TopherSeal

Food may rule your civil mind, consuming much beloved time. Minutes curl and fall away then slowly drift towards decay. A constant hunger always lurks, deep within it slowly jerks your attention to its lust crawls like subducted mantle crust. What keeps you sane can never fill or be pressed into a pill. There's no relief in there my friend and cracking wheat makes slaves of men. But alas there's hope for icing drips along the breadth of powdered lips. Beneath this feast a secret's hidden; no flavor chained or taste forbidden. So cheat my friends! Be charmed and full! Eat  to death or at least until you've had the chance