The texture of gluttony is smooth: A seamless hand to mouth action with a top note of arrogance and possibly a distracted trace of remorse hidden beneath the full robust flavor of satisfaction. Effortless and round it goes almost without question. Gluttony is laid out in the shade of a carcas on the floor of the Serengetti. Gratitude for the gluttony shows me that it is the thank god after a close bout with starvation. Gluttony is justified as an ancestral emotion it fortified me with all I would need to weather drought and scarcity. Thank god for gluttony and let it go.
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