Thursday, January 15, 2009
functional dysfunction
And it was in this light I remember her. She was a stranger in some pub I have never been in before. She was dark haired, as far as I could tell, and she was short. She tasted like ice cream, her lips I mean, and her tongue was like a pissed off snake. Who ever taught her how to kiss was incorrect. It was like being attacked by a fireplug with the line blasting water all over my face. Was she enthusiastic, yes. And it was in that light I remember her.
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