Bon appetit!

We Got into a hardcover book.
We Got into a hardcover book.
This is not a hardcover book, this is a press form.
They will make candy out of us and pour icing on us.
No
We are corn kernels and for some reason they locked us in the microwave.
Gingerbread comes out, we are someone's food anyway.
Worms are at the top of the food chain anyway.
And we got into a hardcover book. And everything was heading towards this from the very beginning.
The hungry poet has food rhymes.
I eat smoke.

Go make yourself some onion soup
when you become a worm you will be king of the hill.
Eating alas delight moves in a circle.
Jasmine, how many sheep have you eaten in your life for your beauty?
And we Got into a hardcover book.
But you won't be free until you're at the top of the food chain,
Until you become a worm.

And the bird will begin a new long cycle of metamorphosis.
This world is constantly eating itself.
This is a closed self-sufficient system -
Vegetable garden flying in space.
We don't need anything, it's a self-replicating process.
And we really got into a hardcover book, vegetable.
And we have to become a worm in the soil.

Did you want to slip away and become ashes?
Well, you just have to be in mineral form first,
Before the flower dines on you, the deer eats the flower.
Deer – bird, hunter and jackal.
Oh, a lot of rebirths await us as a vegetable.
In this closed system of metamorphoses of lunches.
The worm is also not at the top of the food pyramid,
Because it's not a pyramid.

Karmic rebirths are more edible than you imagined.
And we Got into a hardcover book - then a worm and then a bird.
This binder contains the menu and recipe.
And we didn’t get into it; nothing can get into a closed system from outside.
Cauldrons for sinners? Butt on a hot frying pan?
Lunch for worms. the dish will be ready in due time.
This gastronomy doesn’t even require a cook,
you’ve added devils in vain. This is a samovar pan.
This world is busy with nothing but eating itself.
Tasty? Bon appetit and good health!

And it was a happy song?
Yes?
Major?
Yes, they didn’t see immortality that way.
Go eat something, better
Otherwise, materialism
scared children and adults.
Why didn’t you recognize the taste of me?
This is takoyaki - it’s me, we knew each other,
True, then I had to crawl along the bottom for a long time.
And tell me that an octopus has no brains and I'll make you vomit.
Bon appetit. See you later - we'll be worms.

Eternally – the Earth is a self-sufficient organism.
No one new has ever appeared here at all.
Like a cosmic vegetable garden is sealed, so it circulates
The cycle.
There are no open systems at all, don’t be shy, eat everything.
The happy fate of all living things is to become someone’s crap.

And this is positive, and this is undoubtedly
the concentration of the gastric juice secreted by you, Jasmine,
clearly indicates this.
The devil is a materialist.
Take communion and cross yourself with the cross.
and sew your mouth shut because I’m not offering you this delicious onion soup.

A hungry poet is a grief for sublime matters.
This world is only eating itself, and this is a fact, there is no need to argue.
This is sublime matter - the metabolism of metamorphoses.
We are eternal, just in different forms.
Yes, and we, indeed, found ourselves into a hardcover book.

Gut song?
Yes, they made sausages out of them, when I already thought that I was always a bull.
Does it contradict your spiritual experience?
What did you have for lunch?
Oh, this is the song of the sea shellfish,
they lived normally until they were caught.
we will be worms, you will see, the worm is the king of the hill.

On behalf of cultural humanity and its achievements,
Stop writing and go and eat something, I ask.
The song didn't work out?
Molluscs, mediocrity, you don’t know how to sing at all.
And Mr. Socks will eat you first with moths and then with mold,
And after a hundred metamorphoses, perhaps you will become human again, so that you can think about all this nonsense,
Amazing gastronomic adventure -
It's a very long way home.
Despite the fact that we never left our home.
Earth is our home.

I hear objections.
You object to chemistry and digestion.
This is insolence after all.