Deep South v.2 n.1 (Autumn, 1996)
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Eating sugarless banana pudding, I put yellow in my mouth. Smooth and creamy, and only 100 calories a serving. I don't want a banana, only the artificialated taste,
which I'm getting.
It's not very filling or satisfying, but it is (something in front of me, something no one is taking, even if they were here (The begrudgecurmudgeons are absent.) ) .
O, glad. I would like a fire, though. And, by the way, thank Almighty for television, my on-command artificial friend. It goes well with my pudding.
And I deftly skip the cable box, channel to channel.
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