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  • Air-Fryer Dialect Prose: My Mom let me have some of her (Leftover.) Chicken Tenders + Fries. [an Autistic gaze-point in Summer’]]

    July 14th, 2024

    Gold and yellow and purple
    And Native Earth-Tones
    In collections old and I chose to be nostalgic
    And put the cerulean-wolf dusting out a carpet
    [on the lock-enter-gate page.]
    Bc the digital-snoopy
    Looks like My-First-Xxhcolitatal
    The First, of all-firsts.

    Blessings in Cultures, and the moons mover so quickly in the Summer.

    The Chicken Tender and Dusted fries preheated with air-fryer
    And sprinkled with lemon pepper
    And freedom’s slick resistance to burn-ery
    Of the food meant to crush
    Like fantastic drown fuel
    And the fruity packs of brands other than
    Wyler’s and Country.esq.Times in Old Cue Cards
    Are reminiscents of mushroom sandstone tunnels too.

    Work in the Summer as an Adult;
    Somehow feels like Summer Vacation too.
    WFH or not.
    It’s uh, somehow more fun with the incredulous moments’
    Seeking comfort + cool..
    Those bottle episodes always turn out crispy.

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