I'm eating cake from Gastronomia. And if I'm eating cake at 1136pm, it means I'm not happy. I don't even chew much because I'm upset, I just swallow and let my saliva mush the cake. And this cake will become black mush in my mouth, reminiscent of black abyss. Black abyss empty empty. And this black mush will line the walls of the stomach. And the acid will burn this black mush burn it till it hurts. This acid will burn away my sad feelings and replace it with stinging rage. And when the acid stops its fizzing, all that's left in the stomach is emptiness. No more stinging rage. Just hollow emptiness. Sheer hollow emptiness. And then I will repeat all the way back to step 1, put the lump of cake in my mouth. In attempts to envelope my emptiness. I will envelope my emptiness, albeit temporarily, with cake. But nothing's filling enough to placate this void. Nothing's material or tangible or intangible to fill this void. Nothing. Nothing but maybe cake