Though at times I feel the wind against my wings when I sit down to pander to my culinary desires, it could be that I am not really here, but laughing out loud in a dream of pure wonder, promoted by hunger.
It is not the thirst for food I conjure when traveling those highways and byways of illusionary flavor profiles of courage and the distant clamors of " Thunder and Lightning ". Rather I am pursuant to my own ascensions when I break that bread and spread the buffets of life across my table of hope and joy, knowing then, as I do now that someone is awaiting the Man on the other side of this life.
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