The hungry was powerful it did not cease – for nigh on three days it had him on his knees consuming what nourishment that he could find except for the tantric or spiritual kind. He stuffed himself full with grains cheeses and fish and ate from most every available dish but still his deep hunger he could not abate no matter how much food he piled on his plate. A few dozen beers also entered his guts but he knew he'd never reenter the ruts that he'd long been trapped in that led him astray that had turned to pewter once-pliable clay. And so he now sits in his small tidy room with thoughts turned to liberty fate beauty doom; the future is his who can harness himself who searches not outside but inside for wealth.
© americanifesto / 場黑麥
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