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With tomorrow comes the freshest of catch, floundering forward into the gill net, of the savage beast that lurks in the pitch; of the carnal man whose soul lost it’s bet. At the end awaits the scalding black pot, stuffed with earthly pleasures and lobster tail, flavors that ambitious chefs have forgot; flavors that dying men request from jail. Dark fingers raked over mahogany, beckoning for the next guest to enter, hungry now---for a lost epiphany; hungry now---for a languishing dinner. Feast or famine sows the fields with evil, lovely candle light meal with the Devil. |