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Dusting the methane mound outside with the remains of the Weet-Bix box I wondered to myself, why just throw this stuff away? So, wadding it up in a bunch, I chomped on it. Dry and like a vacuum—still without by the way—the whole inside of my mouth just felt like I had been eating a packet of chips. The powdered and crushed flakes taking residence in the slight grooves and slits along, around and up down my gums and teeth. Now I know why I throw the stuff away, or use it for some covering for the wretched compost.
Tuesday, 31 July 2001 - 10:07
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