RTP 15: Feeding from the trough
Platter for the latter and the sink of cookies into cream washes down the preparative walk into a frenzy in from the cold on the seventh. Rumbles on the mumbling crumbles as the pastries fill jowls and cheeks with swills of soft drinks and breezers in the icy warm mix.
Dollops of sauce drip from the tiny spoons, tea spoons and dinky spoons. Red on yellow and the swash is that of the tomato on the meat of chicken, beef and the mysterious concoction between that which rolls around with the sausage pastries.
Bite size is whole mouth gulp and a down in without a chew to be had for the challenge is to face off against the others in the stern and solid mark of watching the white of the wicker grow on each disappearing portion.
Split the watch and divide the genes, a basket of empty quickens on the side with the X and the Y.
Typical food champions.
Saturday, 16 June 2007
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Previous entries on Occupied
- TNC 11: Fighting in a swivel arm rest
- RTP 14: Floating reds on whites and greys
- TNC 10: Hearing the wrong voices
- RTP 13: Displacement of hours in the gutter
- TNC 9: Back hand on the one hand
- RTP 12: Staying the execution
