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.
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
The one most important (and only) word.
"eh, jace."
"sup boy?"
"fuck u man."
"uh, wtf?"
"ya. fuck u."
"why? no one else to pick on is it? go pick on your slutty girlfriend la."
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