Intestinal Fortitude:
Heavenly Virtue?
Gluttony cancels out Vanity
Appetites beckon with the bariatric subtlety of a Branson buffet...
Tempting mortals to waddle up the aisle to partake of copious acreage of jell-o squares... to quaff a bleu cheese parfait... to seek fried food ecstasy...
But time itself creeps to a standstill while the excited heart beats faster yet...
Croutons tumble to the floor in slo-mo... Tongs clatter off the sneeze guard, bouncing off the carpet... The vista of steam trays blurs to the horizon...
A disembodied voice whispers, “Go to the light... Go to the light... Go to the...”
...heat lamp?
Our final seconds on this earth are but a matter of perspective.
What may appear to us to be a Code Blue at Booth 32 may just as well be...
Rapture at the MegaBar
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