Slow, a methodical whack across the noggin from a stout bit of mahogany. The dull throb of nuance seeps from the wound and coagulates into a sticky but full bodied residue. While some of us enjoy the pool of ligaments left here on the road--an acquired aesthetic, no doubt--the point of this whole massacre can be lost to the obvious tic you keep tounging at the roof of your mouth. A bit more subtext next time love, before blurting out the answer, please?
Slow, a methodical whack across the noggin from a stout bit of mahogany. The dull throb of nuance seeps from the wound and coagulates into a sticky but full bodied residue. While some of us enjoy the pool of ligaments left here on the road--an acquired aesthetic, no doubt--the point of this whole massacre can be lost to the obvious tic you keep tounging at the roof of your mouth. A bit more subtext next time love, before blurting out the answer, please?
Nov 21st, 2015