Through the gaps, moonlight bulkened into a ghastly squatting outline.

l thought niggahs was trife, but bitches ain't no joke.

But hard blew the winds, and his ship was awrack; His ship it was awrack!

We're left with our unmet needs and a sugar high that will quickly turn into a sugar hangover. So the craving rises again, calling out to us “Feed me!” and again we take the easy route and stuff it back down with food.