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Hunger, Thirst and Tea by oriental-darling, literature

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Hunger, Thirst and Tea

I think I ate worms for breakfast today. Possibly baby snakes. The sight of their slimy bodies writhing around on my red plate made me feel sick and as non-appetite-like as ever. Could I ever eat something so disgusting? Maybe if they hadn't been so slimy and fanged. Who would've thought baby snakes had such sharp, pointy teeth anyway? My finger tips are still bleeding from that one bite I took to satisfy them. I drank warm tea beside the food that I didn't eat. Indian chai. I’m actually not sure exactly what kind of tea that is, or why there are so many kinds of chai. I only really have a good grasp of the history and kinds of Chinese

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Sep 2, 2009

New Freedom

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Deviant of many talents? Maybe. I created this account for my rants and rambles, of which I have many, and for my small, usually pointless, stories. One of my teachers used to say creativity is like a muscle - it can be trained up - and get stronger every time it's used. I'm simply exercising my creativity through every means possible. Or every means I can manage any way. Topic suggestions are welcome.

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