I don't know how to feel

I don't know how to feel
love...
Hate... or just plain old annoyed by these stupid kids in my class.
they make me feel like a genius
with satisfaction and Twinkies
. I can't help myself. My thoughts just keep returning to golden cakes with cream filled centers. It's really not good. If my healthy food coach finds out I'm having a weak moment
He would beat me black and blue. I wish they understood my freaky fetish on this cream filled sweet.
"She doesn't eat her food: she rapes it with her face. She had her tree trunk of a body covered in tattoos so she had an excuse to stay fat: prevent tattoos from sagging." her husb
andry tutor said sorrowfully. "These days I stick with fishing. It's easier." A trout jumped, trout fishing in America.
And so they abode in pleasaunce and solace of life and its delights until their houses fell to waste and their palaces lay in ruins and great mutant trout ruled the land.

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