Day 12

On this day, i woke up in my bed, in my grandparents house, un-alone. And had to sneak mantings out. It was quite joke.

And then i stayed up all night with Chambers and Ward and read poems.
One of the favourites of the night was Hungry Mungry.

Here is the picture Google provided:

Maybe it's not the picture for the poem. I can't really work out what the hell that picture depicts. But the poem is about Mungry who eats a lot of food, then ends up eating the world, the universe, and then himself, and then nothing is nothing is nothing is nothing is nothing to eat.