call it self praise, but i really love this little passage i wrote. (it's the pink text over the coffee mug if you can see it.)

sweet october embrace:

Her kiss left an aftertaste you can't shake off. Bitter poison that was sweet; poison that flirted with your tastebuds, causing you to have it all at once, igniting the erotic side that you've suppressed for too long now. It's put you on a high, lusting for more of that taste... Poison. You could blame her, or you could fault the poison. But it doesn't matter: since the two are one. COFFEE.

So sweet that october embrace, smitten in the midst of spring. Lips locked over caffeine. They taste the same and you're left intoxicated. You sit there ditched, and realise that winter is not far off, and yet the taste still lingered. And soon enough, the bitterness would turn it numb, and i guess it wouldn't really matter anymore.

so i leave you with a quote: courtesy of Family Guy ;)

Peter: A guy at work bought a car out of the paper. Ten years later, Bam! Herpes.


More like "Bam! Irrelevance!"