The currant takes it's toll on the inner regions of this mound. The lumpy, Yeastish, Clump of neverending mush, dissolving, sticky. Stuck to the roof of another hungry mouth. It's outer layer, crumbling, fumbling for a purpose. The bun is out of reach. It's feasting eyes the raisinlike dreuds keep misty. whilst their verminous allies betray. Jam of infinite gloop! You bind the souls of every floury particle. every dusty mute that clings to your embrace. Reddish, purple-hinged beads that forge a manacle from poppy seeds. the opium inside spreads its rosy sentiment, underneath a boss-eyed Prince, whose ghostly teeth smash already picked life.
