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High food security

I was earting at the homeless shelter
in Fresno California

Saroyan Country

I read in the newspaper
that hunger had been eradicated

It’s a joke, I thought
And as it turns out it really was a joke

the word Hunger is politically incorrect
the way to say it now is: low food security

Well, it’s a year later, and just for today, I have bananas, some apples,
a can of soup, a loaf of bread, peanut butter, tofu and onions…

That reminds me of a joke.

Q.) What’s the difference between jelly and jam?
A.) I can’t jelly my dick into your ass

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Okay,
Father Luke

Filed under: Playing with food — Written by Father Luke at 2:16 am on Thursday, September 13th, 2007

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melanie goes like this...

Friday, September 14th, 2007

Ok. food and ass… well, the cycle is complete once more.

thanks for bringing me around to the wisdom of the low food security. I think i have a full cabinet of eradication available. dinner is at 8.

do you have some diet restrictions? I don’t do jam.

Father Luke goes like this:

Diet restrictions? Diet restrictions? No…
I pretty much eat any woman who had a mother.

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Okay,
Father Luke

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