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Thursday, December 21, 2006

Ode To Toll House

As I stare at thee, the last refuge from the gas fired hell that is the oven, I take pause as I contemplate thy brief existence.

The warm chocolate juices that flow from thine own insides, covering my flesh and coating mine own passage as I consume thee, the last morsel of existence before I devour thee.

Thine existence was but a flicker in time, the passage of thy richness into my bosom giving warmth within mine own soul and comfort to my senses.

Alas. Be still, and be remembered.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

This reminds me...I must make cookies for "Santa"

curmudgeon said...

You better get busy!

Jean said...

Dave... put down the Niquil!!!

curmudgeon said...

Sorry. I got hooked in high school.