STATELY, PLUMP GUY FIERI CAME TO THE STAIRHEAD, BEARING A BOWL OF PEPPER JACK - ilxors knee deep in guy fieri nanowrimo project

omg jjj i love u

aujourd’hui, maman est morte. ou peut-être fieri, je ne sais pas.

An asshole with a Fender shirt
In a vision once I saw:
The food was so abyssmally made,
by men with awful bleach-dyed fade
Unhinging their massive jaw.
Could I revive within me
The sense of right and wrong,
To such deep distaste ‘twould win me
That with music loud and long,
I would smash that dome within the air!
That starchy dome, those drinks of loss,
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry: “Beware! Beware!
His fattened gut, his floating hair!
Greens are made of food not moss,
And close your eyes in holy dread:
For he on bacon grease hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Donkey Sauce!”

got the beginning and the end, now just need to work out the middle and my work here is done

This thing is coming together nicely. Anyone know an agent?

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