Table Be Covered 04.24.00
01.09.04

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I imagine a kitchen, bright/softly lighted and warm,
with a magic pantry that will always be full of
all kinds of yummy food which will always cook
just right and never go spoiled/bad or buggy
and the dishes will always wash themselves, and I
can eat whatever I want whenever I want
without getting sick or fat—the food will all
be there just for me, specially just for me so
that I can eat any of it and no one will get mad,
and also it will always instantly automatically
replenish itself. And if I want to, I have only
to wish just a little and open the
oven and it will have fresh warm bread and meat
all perfect and ready for me, and nothing will
ever choke me – I will never have to be
hungry or sick.  ¶ 3:34 AM