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.

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

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