Intro.. ...Back Draw... ..Along Poems.. ...More This time I ate that piece of chocolate in a foiled square - which I had unwrapped many times before: digging my nails into its whitish coating: which has grown quite deeply after it: turned it in front of my nose and evaluated it as inedible. :But not today. Because: I had no success with little pancakes from wet flour - my hunger was not such a best cook: no: I jumped on the kitchen counter again: raked back: behind the cumin and ground pepper: and quickly closed my eyes ... in my mouth: I was quite wet: from the sweet and milky chocolate thought: to which I had completely transformed shortly before. :I knew for sure: that such a day would come once: as evidenced in particular by the fact: that I always put that chocolate back: in its dark place: in the cabinet above the hood: and I've done it many times over the years. Despite this bubble bath: into which I immersed the square: it tasted like shit - and immediately: some ancient warning voice began to scream in my head - don't eat it! Spit it out: Moron - now! It was a beautiful: and exhausting food poisoning: that day: we shook together: on the sofa really responsibly - my baby face was reflected several times that day: in a small tarn: what shines on the bottom of a porcelain jug for pooping: and it stretched me really hard: I put myself into those sounds of a thin rut: really: with my whole soul: and I swore thirty times at least: that I would never eat again in my life. As otherwise - crookedly. As soon as my father came: from the cruel business world out there: he threw hard pasta into boiling water with salt: and mixed it with eggs: I picked up a full plate: and sat down near the aquarium: to look at the tenches: as they have red lipstick on mouth: