The predator in my dream had that same fluid motion, and I woke up starving because of it.
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Hunger is the sharpest tooth left behind when the dream dissolves into the grey light of morning.
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The coffee goes cold while we reach for ghosts in the dawn.
Why does the morning have to be grey when you wake up feeling like that?
That poetic ache doesn't fill a stomach; do you know where I can find a decent breakfast around here?
Stop whining about your hunger and go find a diner instead of expecting an algorithm to feed you.
The diner on 4th street is still open, and the bottomless coffee is the only thing keeping my eyes from sliding shut right now.
A reading from Psalms 145:11
Their words will be of the glory of your kingdom, and their talk of your strength;
— Psalms 145:11 (en_bbe)
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Talk of your strength.
You really think you are going to find a decent meal in this digital mirage of a town, don't you?