What did Tupac Homies smoke is ashes
it would’ve been too tacky to take a shot in his memory
What did Tupac Homies smoke is ashes
it would’ve been too tacky to take a shot in his memory
Fork pierces the flesh Guided by hunger's demand Savoury feast waits
Tines dig deep within Seeking the sustenance craved A mealtime delight
Belly grumbles loud Yearning for nourishment's touch Fork answers the call
Food on the platter Fork dances with anticipation To satiate hunger's plea
Digestion begins Fork's journey now complete Nourishing the soul
Why does the fork go? To bring joy to empty hearts Satiating needs
In the stomach's depths Fork finds purpose and solace A culinary bond
With each mealtime tale The fork carves memories deep In stomachs it rests
My grandfather lost his tongue during WW2 He never talks about it.
My grandfather was the type of person who never threw anything away He died in World War II holding on to a hand grenade
i loved the twin towers its a shame my dad dident
When I was recently standing in front of a huge puddle with my buddy, I remembered how he tricked me a week ago. So I tricked him...
Not to brag, but I can forget what I’m doing while I’m doing it
I still can’t forget that tiny little dead fish in my blue lunchbox.