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Dilapidated Photographs Of Breakfast Food

from Lunch by Fatkid

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Well, here we are again. When that sweet complacency finds me, it's aroma fills the air, and I swear I've got a vision to spare. In that swarm of inhuman shadow, I am given several clues; each one of them distinct and yet simultaneously indecipherable. I go forwards, rotting backwards. In the darkness I have no name, so call me "Quickboy". Call me "A Real Slow End". Call me "Dictionary". Call me "Turkey Dinner". Because, you see... Or, do you see? Can you read me? Each one of those pictures grittier and foggier than the last, well, I look over them fast and then I move one, back to the multitude. They look so sullen and crude, those dilapidated depictions of breakfast food. Oh, yeaaaah. Decaying bacon! Deformed hash browns! Pancakes ravaged by the torrents of time! Okay well, I hear someone laugh offscreen, and I know I am not alone.

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from Lunch, released April 23, 2016

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