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 12, 2008
For Mother Earth.
Sometimes I think that the only way that people (black and white, male and female, rich and poor) are ever going to unite is if there are little green men out in space waiting to pounce on blue earth.
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