Synaesthetics, 3

Disappointment’s peppermint, elation tastes like cream. There’s mint upon your breath; you are too nice to make a scene but I am sticky with the syrup – I have long showers to take, beers to drink by breakfast, excuses left to fake and realize I give too much credit out for simple jeans or eyes. The cream got churned to butter, I’m pretty sure it means tonight is just the same as last night was the same as one before. A general fails to get laid and next morning calls for war upon those goddamned motherfuckers who didn’t care for him – their blood cools off like peppermint, the bombing runs begin.

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~ by perfectionatrix on December 30, 2011.

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