Are We The Dining Dead?

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"...We are the victims of our flambé, we are to drown in our coffees, we are to boil in our soup, we are to pass on our yawns, we are to grow the color of our chairs, we are to douse our salads with the juices of our sameness, and we are to deserve it..."


Κλικ δαμέ:
Dirty Things: Are We The Dining Dead?: "The time is afternoon and Joel sits in a restaurant with his dearly beloved, or whatever she has devolved into. She’s chewing on her chicken..."