Pork

Pork roasts are the main consumption of many animals. That being said, it is wise to find yourself in the forest within a manly cave or a kind of reckoning bell. I have come to believe that it is the will of humankind that I have to locate the jewels within the tightest crevasses inside my heart. Only then can I truly be invisible to my enemies and create the kind of lactose environment that I oh-so-much crave.

I have written many times on the subject of cheese, but this is the one that sets me apart. If only I could find the kind of woman who would be so interested as to locate my dessert hands. They really need me this time of year and I find that the only way to purchase them is to pass judgement on my peers by peering into their souls to find which shoulder shrugs at the sight of my nails.

All of that aside, I have not yet found my real chops.

Time

In a time without commitment there is only waffles. Small waffles mostly, which only tell time. The time, of course, being about time.
I haven't found myself in the syrup for it is too thick. I only know that my face is abundant with metamorphosis.
What is the meaning behind tables and table like people, they only stare at wolves like animals waiting for slumbering caterpillars. The only way to find yourself is through the intrepid solace of the space time continuum, such as a long bow from which the arrows filled the vines with a face full of pie and sometimes writhing snakes.
My mother is about to find the way through the forest, hidden in the shrouds of a monstrous colossus.
If I had found the pants in the mirror then I would have never sat on the steal wool of nether wood.