I eat what they put in front of me. I am a terravore, I will eat the world.
I feel shame because lately I’ve been eating irrecoverable rhythms.
Last night I ate the superstitions of sunset.
Inside, these old troublemakers fall in the bottomless echo of poverty, a fancy way of saying my guts.
You just think you are sizing up your destiny Mr. K. It’s time now to eat and realize falsity.
Planet of the Blind 