and_now_we_have_steak raze what he calls a stick is a tube of chocolate. its guts are packed with vanilla cream. the black body breaks in two when i lift it up from where it's dozing on the floor. i lick a bit of thick white nothing off the back of my hand. it isn't as sweet as i thought it would be. the last two pieces of meat are mine, but i can't seem to conjure any configuration of food that makes sense. what i really want to dig into is this caramel-coated pastry with a brownie glued to its back. and that might be spoken for. there's a woman talking on the tv screen. muting her won't stop her mouth from moving or kill the sound. i have to dial down the volume one tick at a time. my appetite shrinks as her voice recedes. and still she goes on speaking, hoping to be heard. 250316 what's it to you? who go blather from