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Scrabble is a deliciously difficult game for my molten brain to play. I look at my seven letters and see endless possibilities of poems and essays bursting for a chance to be read. And my intellect feels so underdeveloped I can hardly stand it. Words and non-words scratch and claw at my eyes so that I can hardly tell which is which.
Now, i say Scrabble is a deliciously difficult game because I am hungry and there is no food to be had in this place. Though I just munched down a dry PB&J sandwich I can hardly consider myself satisfied and so the grumbling and rumbling roars onwards and I am left with a dislodged feeling in my stomach. Hunger is no easy pang to ignore. So tonight I think I'll dream of a thick burger dripping with spiced juices, and a cold Coca-Cola slipping down my throat to where the hungry beast rests in my belly of inequity. I am a hungry, hungry hippo.
Now, i say Scrabble is a deliciously difficult game because I am hungry and there is no food to be had in this place. Though I just munched down a dry PB&J sandwich I can hardly consider myself satisfied and so the grumbling and rumbling roars onwards and I am left with a dislodged feeling in my stomach. Hunger is no easy pang to ignore. So tonight I think I'll dream of a thick burger dripping with spiced juices, and a cold Coca-Cola slipping down my throat to where the hungry beast rests in my belly of inequity. I am a hungry, hungry hippo.