|The cake was always rotten . . .
||[Mar. 19th, 2015|04:14 pm]
Phrembah (a potato-like mystery)
. . . and the icing always beautiful. It was never otherwise. The cake didn't go bad beneath the frosting, it was always a toxic concoction. And there have always been people who knew it. That's why people who slice down far enough through the icing to get a whif of the cake often scream, "I've been lied to!"
The cake should be tossed in its entirety. Somebody needs to bake a new one.