THE CUMMING OF COMMUNITY PANTRIES

I regret indulging Alina Starkov because it turned out that Ravka, both east and west of it, is empty and dry like Shadow and Bone, like Centerville where The Dead Don't Die, where Chief Cliff Robertson got lost in translation with Charlotte who sucked him like the brown bunny of Officer Mindy Morrison as Friends gather for beer, lechong kawali and fried chicken in Maligaya after a nephrolithotripsy, a filangee grounding the plane to Paris, a curtain call of Red Horse, daing na bangus and fried tilapia ushering the arrival of the community pantry in Bakal 2. 

Susumu Nokoshi is a Homunculus and a recipient of the community pantry in Shinjuku, so is The Soul of Liang Wen-Chao that manifest as Li Yan's thick pussy hair in Taipei 2032, the Phantom Biker braving the hell of summer in the time of the world's longest quarantine to Sexify the endowed and immodest Natalia on Tuesday, God-seeing Paulina on Wednesday, and horny but bitter Monika on Thursday, the peloton arriving  in Malhao and Kigali after YouTubing through the Karakoram Highway for a race to Shangri-la and Kashmir that culminated in Assissi while 584 kilometers away, layers of prosciutto and wheels of pecorino were served at the 104th Giro's community pantry in Turin as flashes of Delft Blue and Transylvania black punctuated a river of golden Riesling flowing through storybook Germany while microwaved chopsuey, seafood spaghetti, lumpiang sariwa and potato salad from a neighbor's pantry nourished the clan's delegation from Pozzorubio.