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, July 24, 2007
schadenfreude
Imagine that you saw someone walk straight into a glass panel. SMACK!
Don't tell me you wouldn't walk away with that stupid smug grin on your pathetic little face. Heck, I just hope it made your day. Sure made mine! ;)
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