Bake as if . .

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You had a world to feed
Where calories and sensitivities live carefree
Where children don’t cry themselves to sleep
Covering the battered memories with whipped cream
The stashed sentiments on the palms of every human being

The words above truly are what I live for.

They allow my journals to bake the memories that once made me weep.

Thank you’s to all who follow my unceasing journey of self discovery on this booming portal that finds us day in and day out.

It is a muffin of a world and I am simply thrilled to have each and everyone one of you as the sweetest of ingredients.

~

Live free 

Gluten if you have too

But love

Love beyond simplest of all starches

The real grass that grains 

Your heart 

~

Mouthful of Raisins

Golden not necessarily
Flax seeding the best of me
Body so shored alcohol not remembering knees
Meat eating bran for shows
Are you going to congratulate me
Telling shoulders coffin prefer sugar free
Death doesn’t intimidate me
Nor it’s vine-grasping gout
For the sake of my spirituality
Let me be vegan free
And show some greasy decency