I keep the pot going but the Black Hole is insatiable. Where digestion vanishes down its gullet, my dinner guest imbibes such gluttony. Obesity? derangement? A universe tasting its own flavors before swallowing the cook. More at https://christineemmert.wordpress.com/.
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