I promise I will stop posting this much. (The Many Faces of Kirill)

Here is a picture of me not having any cake.

...and here is a picture of the giant tortilla chip made of beef jerky that I happened to luck across.

....and here is a picture of me chewing said meat dorito chip in a contemplative manner.

See how elegant my hand is? And also, what a lovely curvature to my neck.
I think meat has temporarily cured me of cake. Here is a picture of me happy even though there is no cake and there is not likely to be any cake any time soon.

It is not intentional but it's really awesome that my thumb appears to be preparing a laser strike.

I'm not high but I for some reason I always look that way. My eyes have never really opened all the way no matter what. Even when I try. And then I just look nervous, sort of like I expect you to hit me or drop an n-bomb. This is me trying to open my eyes.

Okay, that is enough pictures of me. I am quite sure that there is something very wrong with me.

Why don't I have any goddamn cake?

Okay, so the title of this blog....I'm generally looking for cake. Right now I want cake so bad that it is driving me a little crazy. There's a little voice in the back of my head that keeps saying "cake cake cake cake", and it won't stop. I tried eating a granola bar and also some grapefruit but those two things sequentially (or even simultaneously) do not equal cake.

I actually don't know if I really want cake. I think I have this primal cake drive that makes me seek out cake when I can't think of anything else to do. I think it's what I have instead of a sex drive. A cake drive. I could make a cake but that would equal a mess and also effort.

Fuck.

Cake.

Here is a small song I wrote about cake:

Travis Hodgdon 

cake cake cake cake cake cake cake cake
i have no cake
cake cake cake cake
i want some cake
cake cake cake cake
cake cures bore dom
cake cake cake cake cake

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