Fuck you. These are the only gift the gods have ever given me.
[ fucking gods. but if they're responsible for this food, for these blessed potatoes, if Easter's out there somewhere raining life down on the potato farms that put this carb concoction on her fork? she'll bend knees and kiss toes, maybe even say a kind word.
and as fuck yous go, it's not a particularly violent one. could have just as easily been replaced with "shut up" if anybody had ever successfully taught her to watch her mouth. guy wants to sit here? he can knock himself out. if he's going to talk, the consequences of her answers are his to bear.
stabbing a biteful of potato, she raises her fork food-up in example. ]
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[ fucking gods. but if they're responsible for this food, for these blessed potatoes, if Easter's out there somewhere raining life down on the potato farms that put this carb concoction on her fork? she'll bend knees and kiss toes, maybe even say a kind word.
and as fuck yous go, it's not a particularly violent one. could have just as easily been replaced with "shut up" if anybody had ever successfully taught her to watch her mouth. guy wants to sit here? he can knock himself out. if he's going to talk, the consequences of her answers are his to bear.
stabbing a biteful of potato, she raises her fork food-up in example. ]
You have no idea.
[ how fucking good these potatoes are, shit. ]