Reflections On The :Backwards English Prayer

I feel my teeth rotting as I try to write this now. Everything that becomes hidden does so for a purpose. There was never an illusion humored without under laying truth. All information in its superficial form, exists because of the depths it sits a top. A confession i have to make before anyone should read further, is that I love cake. I love donuts, I love cookies. I have had an addiction to sugar my whole life. This addiction has wained and waxed in its influence over my daily life. Sometimes it grips me with utter insatiable mental vacancy, that like heroine addict I am only able to sleep or lie down after indulging in it. At other times, I do not need anything, and momentarily fantasize about the health benefits of going on a 24 day fast, and plotting in my mind just where and when I would attempt it. But usually I fail at depriving myself even one day of food. Some of us bipedal creatures are very lonely, angry, disparaged, and yet very nearly diabetic. Love in the soul buys love, money buys beauty.