A little brown dog called Dip Sea Named after a simple peso snack But many things occur in the real deep sea Strange sea monsters freely roam the depths Shipwrecks forever remain with their trapped crews Lost aircraft look factory fresh but will never fly again Unseen mountains as high as Mt Everest invisibly reach up Unidentified alien craft speedily explore miles below the surface Scuba divers practise their skills safely diving for an hour Several large ships dump illegal waste into the ocean depths Sea life like whales and dolphins intelligently live and play Lost continents hint at ancient races of people now drowned out Land based planners plan deep water towns and cities All this and more takes place in the great ocean depths Remembered in a small brown dog called Dip Sea
Soft, circular, fluffy delight. Euphoric taste, ******* to the mouth. Heart pounding, as Aunt Jemima lathers her essence all over this treat. Fresh bright fruit falling onto this plate as if it were sent from the heavens. An earthly treat from Mother Earth, guaranteed to fill your satisfaction. Savouring every bite, tingling all your senses. A meal that could tickle ones soul and enlighten their day. Pancakes, a synonym for yum, the definition of bliss.
Sometimes I get the munchies so bad after smoking **** that I pick something I normally wouldn't. Tonight before work I stopped at the gas station and my eyes skated across an Oreo cookie brownie. I have had one before so I already knew it was exactly what I needed. As I was driving I took bite after bite until finally, because it is so dense and sugary, I had to take a drink. I ate nearly all of it in the 5 minutes it takes to get to work, but now I have just a little bit left that will probably go to waste because the munchies wore off and like I said, I don't normally go for that kind of snack.
Welcome to the meat shop Where arms and legs dangle from the top, Where discarded fats ooze from the lid Of a metal bin and a giant squid Is sneaking out through the crack near the back door.
And the floor is ***** and slippery like butter Oyster juice stained the buttons on the cash register. Aunty comes with her butcher knife. She’s about to chop the life Out of that carp. She misses! And swears.
Her finger, clean cut, and bounces off the floor. My lord! Blood sputters from her knuckle. The entire scene gives me a chuckle. And I wake up from my dream hungry.