no, possessing eyes, no, possessing my eyes filled me with dread at possessing a stomach, how stomach or even imply digestion of sunrise or sunset? how?! it's impossible to convene or communicate... if i were to ordain life a will, i'd ordain it without a digestive system, for spent gluttony, for untamed gluttonous peoples carving hope in nearing the grave, housing themselves in resembling structures, as of life in life and furthered thrice enclosed off life; they say you're a scot nobleman using a semi-colon living in a semi-detached house going bankrupt because of the heating bill! well, close proximity of words and no nearer the lives of those using a method of kinship.*

my diet? like that of a wild animal,
i live for alcohol,
i eat to keep the nutrients in balance,
i grab a sand-witch in the dark,
and then like a rat jumping off
a ship or treadmill i
imagine a sponge trapped in
my stomach soaking up acids
while being digested without bloating up;
i don't like eating, true enough,
i wish eating wasn't part of life...
but hey... so the story goes...
you got to eat and get fat and get bulimic too.