Untitled - July 22, 2002 Tongue tied, watching as one after another red globes drop with lingering lassitude into dark depths and waiting hunger. Every bit splits into halves with the easiest of times; until everything is finally vanquished, and hunger is satiated once more. A sudden display of agility sees all fruits swallowed whole; puffed cheeks, silent looks yield naught, except for the naked core, and tied stem, neatly wrapped around one another.