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.
Thursday, March 22, 2007
like like like not exactly.
like oh my god. today i was like, not exactly, but like on a plane, filled with euphoria and then like the whole damn thing crash down onto earth. like, but not really..
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