the reign of jedward is over, it rose, it fell; and the tropical fruit gelled it’s last, rotten tone-deaf hum and just as the nation hoped, deep down; smouldered to a bitesize pineapple crisp. they came, they sang… they were shit.
Derived from the Latin ‘gluttire’ meaning to gulp down or swallow, means over-indulgence and over- consumption of food, drink, or intoxicants to the point of waste. In some Christian denominations, it is considered one of the seven deadly sins—a misplaced desire of food or its withholding from the needy.
Gluttony is not universally considered a sin; depending on the culture, it can be seen as either a vice or a sign of status. The relative affluence of the society can affect this view both ways. A wealthy group might take pride in the security of having enough food to eat to show it off, but it could also result in a moral backlash when confronted with the reality of those less fortunate.
Metaphorically speaking, or writing as it were; what if i can’t get full? what if i can’t get drunk? high? and moreover what if i just simply can’t get enough of her, if i feel like i’ve matured but still walking the tightrope of life? i look into her eyes and i could just pause like you can ‘live TV’ nowadays; staying there perpetually. indefinitely. i stand near and honetly feel the care, the bother, the worry, the pain. like im merging personality; without even knowing it i’ve made a new best friend- without offending sam, and known her as i do him in the blink of an eye. almost an out-of-body 52th of a year. and just so whoever reads this; i am severly literally gluttonous… i can’t get full, i adore food but i cant get enough to truly feel content, and i have to drink copious amounts of ale to feel goooooood. but i suppose thats okay, you learn to live with what you’re given, but you learn to love the occurences you’ve taken. that which you have won, perhaps even earnt… but in this case; never in a million years deserve. x
