Status: I may be you, you may be I.
Chicken Chowmein
Outside
I continue the crying session. My tears are separated by a huge strainer. I like this new place. There is an openness which is lost from my birth. I see the outside, lots of spices are ready for my makeover.
I remembered how the sharp blade licked me until I got the perfect shape. The admission to steam ground was another trauma.
"Be fast. I don't have much time for her.", The product manager asked his boys.
"Yes, how can one spend time for a packet of noodles, where human are loaded with works."
I remembered how the sharp blade licked me until I got the perfect shape. The admission to steam ground was another trauma.
"Be fast. I don't have much time for her.", The product manager asked his boys.
"Yes, how can one spend time for a packet of noodles, where human are loaded with works."