repost from elsewhere, the "what are you eating" thread
"...just another day with a coffee and a croissant then..." ventured the goblin looking out from the bistro at a troubled sky over a winter's street, where cars whizzed by on a tarmac road lined by gray cold damp paving stones for the passers by, people preoccupied by dailylife, shopping, commuting, or meeting others perhaps, but no, what they were was actually doing was living/dying through their moments, eating the sinews of society that then eats them in return, merely the goblin was no different than that save that he was eating all this with his pen now, while inside himself he was still young at heart though
"...just another day with a coffee and a croissant then..." ventured the goblin looking out from the bistro at a troubled sky over a winter's street, where cars whizzed by on a tarmac road lined by gray cold damp paving stones for the passers by, people preoccupied by dailylife, shopping, commuting, or meeting others perhaps, but no, what they were was actually doing was living/dying through their moments, eating the sinews of society that then eats them in return, merely the goblin was no different than that save that he was eating all this with his pen now, while inside himself he was still young at heart though

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