unless one does not eat meat and then I suppose this picture might be rather vile.
Mr Yorkshire Pudding, I thought of you as I sat down with my mum and numerous other family members on Sunday for the dinner I had slaved over. I also thought all the slaving had not been in vain.
Poetry
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Tuol Sleng
Your screams are in the walls
Lightly, I run my fingers upon them
And feel the texture of your fear
The sharpness of your pain
- keening.
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18 hours ago
2 comments:
wow! that yorkshire pud should be in the guniness book of records
Yum!
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