The beautiful thing about the written prose,
You go about it in your own way and at your own speed.
Ingesting.
Being fed.
Ergo,
Why thee Holy fuck!
Is a mothah fuckah eating, being fed!
Then!?
Afterwards!
Want tah stick their mothah fuckin sorry ass finger down their sorry ass throats?!
Why the fuck did you finish the plate!?...
(Peace! More to come...)
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