Lloyd strikes again
Melted cheese oozes out from the curling cracks of my ginormous grin.
The sweet tangy tingles of that deliciously steeped and sweetened cucumber lights up my eyes as they beam songs of praise into the heavens.
Epic battles have been waged over these hand selected meats that slide down my ravenous throat. Meats carved from cattle and foul whom only graze in the highlands of rainbows and unicorns.
And the Bread... mana from the sky, unintentionally frozen and thawed enough times to create a flavor so profoundly majestic, kings can be found on bended knee for the chance at just one nibble.
Put these together and what do you get?
Llyodes famous Pepperoni Pickle Poor Boy Supreme Sando Surprise. Blessed are those of us who are here to reap today's bountiful harvest.
The last time I saw her
The last time I saw her, she grabbed me into a hug after she told me she was leaving to go to a new school. She was the new beautiful, intelligent girl transferred to my school of horrors. Her cousin, Rosemary introduced us and we were like magnets since. I admired her because she wasn’t vacuous like most “pretty” middle school, popular girls. I was a unique cookie, and yet she took a keen interest, and I believe nothing would ever rip us apart until the last time I saw her.
“Miesha, I am moving away. My parents are forcing me.”
I sat on the bleachers staring past her into…nothing. I didn’t register until she pulled me into a hug and said, “I will never forget you.”
She let go…
And walked away…
I just sat there as a single tear dropped down my puffy cheek.
That was the last time I saw her…
Can’t Look Back
Can’t look back
gotta look forward
forget the past
hopeful, starward.
Down the line
a new day’s dawning
high bright sun
evening falling
resting peaceful,
look inside
slow hand paces
growing anthem
singing the soul’s song
of tomorrow and
can’t look back
gotta look forward
forget the past
hopeful, starward.
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August 1996
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