Um, sandwich?

Oh. ‘Bout that, meat & sauce alone are not enough (I guess). Bread is a necessity. Sandwiched between mountains and sea lies immortality. Or the sandwich that one can’t eat cause its too hot. Gates, get it? It’ll never be a cold meal even when the pieces of meat grow cold & the sauce? It does ketchup. With the meat, that is. Lettuce covers the meat and that makes me grin. That’s a sweet sensation…like ketchup. Next catch is verdigris. Unfortunately for me and lettuce, ‘Green of Greece’ is not green of ..um,

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GRIS?

GRIS!! (Yes) . Not in a bargaining mood, it’s all anger. All red, like sauce. More spills, more pieces of meat grow cold but not before burning holes in the lettuce, call them the 300. So many holes burnt, even I feel the heat and thus, inevitably, in the face of such red from GRIS, my taste-buds turn yellow. That’s Acceptance. Acceptance, acceptance, acceptance, tongue got no choice but to accept the—

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