Hungry people should be fed. It takes some people a long time to figure this out.
I don’t care if people say that I am staying hungry and foolish.
I do not do free e-books. I occasionally like to eat that thing you people call “food”.
If you are aware of the kind of hunger, regrets and frustrations that follows rumpy pumpy, you would stir clear from hanky panky.
Sometimes it’s as if I can shrink away to nothing. Sometimes I feel as pure and perfect as a ghost. The hunger, the headaches, the dizziness-these are the only things that are real.
They’re looking for guys like us, he says, young and hungry, not done yet. I say I’m not hungry, Rick, all I am is angry. He says that’ll do just fine.
The food is ready,
Hungry people need food, definitely not an advice!
If a friend starts behaving silly because you bother him so much, don’t worry, you’re not the first person, he has got a sting in his stomach, an hunger that causes an epidemic hatred.
Hungry for beautiful words, the fox comes rooting around in the hedge, almost too close to the fire. He reads my mind with one glance and is gone.
All my poetry is now trotting around the bushes inside him, maybe some day to be partly eaten or left to rot. He understands being alive for as long as he can be, and does not worry about why, or what might happen afterwards.