religion for lunch

a monday luncheon in La.
I order soup - it comes.
It tastes calorie free, which I find oddly [ful]filling.
1/2 done...
3/4 done.
WAIT!
texture?

I reach into my mouth & pull out the suspect - a boiled, seasoned & disgustingly aged kabbalah string.

Once again, I have been force-fed your religion.


*vomit