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I've heard it's about control sounds simple I'd control myself in shops sustained by other people's greed temptation hunger that croissant's half fat that caesar-salad dressing oily depths of calories this pineapple is my five a day my first my last vulture-gripped and smuggled home brown paper bagged at my desk I'd lose control cutting in ahead of schedule tearing an espresso spoon through fibrous sinew gorges hunched hacking into flesh until I'd hollowed out scraped off every scrap and filled myself with bile I ice-skated for hours that day blisters on my fingers from the spoon round and round
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Sep 22, 2011
Sep 22, 2011 at 12:48 PM UTC
Control
I've heard it's about control sounds simple I'd control myself in shops sustained by other people's greed temptation hunger that croissant's half fat that caesar-salad dressing oily depths of calories this pineapple is my five a day my first my last vulture-gripped and smuggled home brown paper bagged at my desk I'd lose control cutting in ahead of schedule tearing an espresso spoon through fibrous sinew gorges hunched hacking into flesh until I'd hollowed out scraped off every scrap and filled myself with bile I ice-skated for hours that day blisters on my fingers from the spoon round and round
damian
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Sep 22, 2011
Sep 22, 2011 at 12:48 PM UTC
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