god's brunch
someone once noted the concept of brunch being bourgeois —I reluctantly agreed god couldn't possibly lift a teacup to his lips pinky extended and let a mouthful of monsoons swirl down his throat —I couldn't stomach it a swollen belly African child accidentally swallows a fly for dinner god couldn't possibly be counting calories lifting his sugar free carbonated beverage to his lips pinky extended and let a mouthful of acid-rain burn down his throat











