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The Glutton

In the afternoon, I want to eat, head to the square
See if the snack is still warm
And it’ll be nice to try that hot dog
I know I do this to satisfy myself
I know that lunch is the best part of the day
And the smell guides me to the table

Now it’s so close, see
The food truck line attracts me
Of our dishes, it’s what I miss the most
When we used to eat the same meal together

Where’s ...

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glutton   hamburguer   hunger   remember   eat   afternoon   now   food   menu   plan   myself

Overconsumption

We go through life trying to fulfill

By feeling full

It’s easy to live in comfort and abundance

But maybe you drown,

Don’t live

And you just exist

Strip away luxury…

Could you be with just yourself,

And basic needs?

With only your thoughts for company?

Because we go through life trying to fulfill

By feeling full

We consume with our mouths

Pack, squeeze, cram...

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full   consumption   eat   happiness   meaning of life   consciousness   vibration   forwards   hope   grow   modernity   postmodern   media   saturation   culture   western world   identity   feel   emotions   in touch   connected   purpose   numb   society

Brown Bread

she's a great cook to be fair,

puts fine grub on the table,

sees me eat up with gusto

as best as my belly is able

 

she has a bread-maker now,

flour and yeast and pastry,

I must mind my waistline,

dont gobble it up too hasty

 

upset she is at what I leave,

fat gander getting force-fed,

guts so leaden and swollen

I'm no longer good in bed

 

obesity roost...

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belly   brown bread   cook   dough   eat   fat   flour   obesity   thin

Life Race

 

You should plan to keep going 
whatever you meet .. whatever you face 
The only thing to be growing 
Never to fallback in the race 

 

Be aware to wear patience hat 
Remove the hat of desperation 
Keep energy for acts no chat 
No goals achieved in quotation 

 

Always to ask what you need 
To get ready helping people 
Same as you eat you must feed 
To win the race you shoul...

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able   achieved   acts   ask   aware   benazouz   chat   desperation   eat   energy   face   fallback   feed   goals   going   growing   hat   help   keep   Life   meet   need   patience   people   plan   quotation   race   ready   remove   thing   wear   win

One Day!

One day I'll meet you In that place!!

 

I don't take drugs

I tried a couple times

So I can tell you what it feels like

I don't drink

Probably all the sips I've ever had

Could amount to 2 glasses of white wine and those sambuca shots when I was 17yrs old!

I love dancing

I don't seem to do it much 

But I love moving 

That I do everyday with Yoga

I love fashion and...

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dance   drink   Drugs   eat   food   free   painting   vegan

Coffee shop blues

Cup of coffee

cup of tea

hot chocolate

milkshake

 

cheese toastie

tuna melt

bacon butty

fruit cake

 

custard cream

vanilla slice

blueberry muffin

tray bake

 

Drunk them all

ate them all

now I've got

stomach-ache!

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tea   coffee   cake   eat

Cake Mix

Lied back

Eyes staring upwards

At the Soft Cell poster

Awkwardly tacked to the ceiling

But already beginning to curl at the edges

 

The sound of crockery clattering

Gently switches me back to reality

The familiar sound of the pot mixing bowl

Rocking back and forth

As Mum beats the eggs with alarming ferocity

(No mechanical aids in sight to whizz the mix into fluffy...

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bowl   cake   childhood   eat   lick   mix

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