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My neighbor made some toffee bars and gave me a box of them. Well, she said they're toffee bars. But what I think is that they are actually crack bits and heroin paste hidden between some buttery wafers, topped in chocolate with crumbly crunchy stuff stuck in it.
I consider myself a reasonable person. I can control my urges around food and hot men. But these damned things are weighing on my mind. The thought of them is making me drool, but not in some symbolic, representative way to convince you that see-it's-really-good-and-I-really-enjoy-eating-them-and-licking-my-fingers-afterwards.
No. It's not like that. I had to, horrified, snatch a kleenex from the box on my desk and wipe saliva off my arm. That's disgusting.
I can't even go downstairs, much less into the kitchen. I can feel them reaching tendrils of sweet-salty evil towards me. I can hear them sigh like they want me as much as I want them.
What is that? Is that the devil? I think I might just believe after all...
I consider myself a reasonable person. I can control my urges around food and hot men. But these damned things are weighing on my mind. The thought of them is making me drool, but not in some symbolic, representative way to convince you that see-it's-really-good-and-I-really-enjoy-eating-them-and-licking-my-fingers-afterwards.
No. It's not like that. I had to, horrified, snatch a kleenex from the box on my desk and wipe saliva off my arm. That's disgusting.
I can't even go downstairs, much less into the kitchen. I can feel them reaching tendrils of sweet-salty evil towards me. I can hear them sigh like they want me as much as I want them.
What is that? Is that the devil? I think I might just believe after all...