Hello bacon my old friend. I’ve like to eat some more of you again. Because an odor softly creeping. Filled my dreams whilst I was sleeping. And the taste that was planted in my brain, still remains. Echoed within the sound of sizzling.
Hello bacon my old friend.
I’ve like to eat some more of you again.
Because an odor softly creeping.
Filled my dreams whilst I was sleeping.
And the taste that was planted in my brain, still remains.
Echoed within the sound of sizzling.