I'm so hungry lately and nothing can satiate me. Because what I really want I can't have, and what little I've gotten I've never obtained for myself. I want something thick and heavy, something I can grab and tear at and feel sliding down my throat and filling my stomach for more than an hour. I want something tough and solid, that I can chew on and remember and feel good about.

Life is a series of metaphors; puzzles intended to confuse and frustrate us into submission.

But for now I'll keep my buillon cubes and water, and we'll see how far that takes me.

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