I stopped this restaurant from eating me
An eatery as dreamland of asparaguses in a sausage of a mythical past
Sparkling beancurd is always present there.
It had no teeth yet was horizontally endless with a supplement of condiments stuck to the faux-leather benches of pas-red and stained blue-green in unknown color pencil names. I stopped this restaurant from crossing, jay walker! Jane, it’s Tarzan here?
Spectacle stopping, is a pass-time of the table cloth square care filmmaker smoker
There sitting at the corner-table sipping spinning a coffee quintessential Gitanes or was she smoking Gutian, people? Who’s ready to order this restaurant to stopped silverware from making an arrest?
heart-attack from too much soil and gravy with a side dish of cell-based chopsticks.
Photographed in Spring or Autumn, who cares and who remembers? I stopped the restaurant from flashing teaspoons of inappropriateness: who does that chocolate salmon? I am not doing her. I did it, I did it I ate the restaurant stopping me; ah, remember the Waldorf cafeteria? Them days and confused.
Athens’ food, at its historic height, was never larger than Tokyo; proclaimed the waiter. I ordered two. I hadn’t had food for the past Joule or three.
Mussels and sprouts sushi rolls from San Francisco cam-walking in with the dung beetle. Hold it their mister, there there: all is well unstopped restaurant from going on: drank more coffee.
I must dip into it; It has kitchens in the far-end. Indeed intended Parisians as well; in a manner of speaking that is.
While viewing the bay of pigs I became vegan with a flair for. IS this page 52 if I enlarge its letter-type, font thingie doodle noodle with soy sauce? Yes, page 288 confessed: I quoted the squeaking door into the foyer of a runny restaurant halted. Thi’s is the time we need to sit down and talk. The glass was empty well-before aired.
I stopped the restaurant from talking.
—animasuri’21
Beijing Nov. 2021
In ode of those who pervertingly quote and digitized Capital or Goldsmith.