repeat performance.
successive. in deja poops
ad infinitum.
29 June 2013
28 June 2013
it was a tuesday. and just like all unplanned things. i chanced upon it. a whim. a sudden subconscious suggestion. the hunger must've done it. i wanted pancakes. instinct, the primal hound in me, or that nourishment-deficit induced delirium took hold of me. and through the fog i was able to divine with uncanny clarity the exact spot where pancakes could be found. something preternatural propelled me there. that's what i had started to believe afterwards. but it wasn't the pancakes i had to make the propitious acquaintance with. it came in a simple unpretentious white nondescript cup. it smelled richly of promises. of a sensuous nature. i must've closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. i fondled the mug. i made love to my brew. HOT. and corrosive. thick piping hot undulations of peristaltic pleasure. i could gleefully turn on this memory on cold rainy nights, i could. :-P this must be how wild galloping horses of lust are bred. hahah!
i held on to my sanity. i left the plate unlicked. i decently avoided eyes. i tipped modestly. otherwise i'd give myself away. i deliberately willed my limbs to saunter nonchalantly out of there. "the hills are alive" has been automatically cued to play the moment i crossed the borders of the establishment. and its a nikki minaj remix! waaaaaaahhh! these are the very thoughts the vatican would have me excommunicated. and the local priest could exhaustively pontificate on...admonishing me to crawl on bloody hands and knees towards the altar. fumbling on my mysteries and beads. to exorcize me of the calories i ingested. and there, the monstrance, stiff aloof and oblivious to my agonies, only looks on indifferently towards the entrance. perhaps straining to see whether the priority number machine is working.
when you are under the influence, you get hallucinatory. you don't think. you kick a black cat out of the way when it crosses your path. i had palpitations all day long. i know i must come back for more. i must.
i held on to my sanity. i left the plate unlicked. i decently avoided eyes. i tipped modestly. otherwise i'd give myself away. i deliberately willed my limbs to saunter nonchalantly out of there. "the hills are alive" has been automatically cued to play the moment i crossed the borders of the establishment. and its a nikki minaj remix! waaaaaaahhh! these are the very thoughts the vatican would have me excommunicated. and the local priest could exhaustively pontificate on...admonishing me to crawl on bloody hands and knees towards the altar. fumbling on my mysteries and beads. to exorcize me of the calories i ingested. and there, the monstrance, stiff aloof and oblivious to my agonies, only looks on indifferently towards the entrance. perhaps straining to see whether the priority number machine is working.
when you are under the influence, you get hallucinatory. you don't think. you kick a black cat out of the way when it crosses your path. i had palpitations all day long. i know i must come back for more. i must.
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