Friday, July 01, 2005
chocolate for breakfast
there is no reason to do that. my body isn't a body you d look at and say, boy, this body needs chocolate. urgently. but see, if i can't have chocolate otherwise, I'll have to eat it. I give a fuck. When I can't fuck, I'll give a fuck. as simple as that. my soul is a soul that you look at and say, boy, this soul needs chocolate. pure, of course. you, for example.
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My soul may require a sedative...if it would shut up I wouldn't have to acknowledge how many things suck. I figure I could throw water on it for the good moments........
I'm going across the street to get some cioccolata right now.
P.S. My soul requires red wine, tequila, or a dirty martini, whichever comes first will suffice.
lol i actually meant i need a chocolate guy. haha. but red wine is good too. in fact, yesterday was a night my soul really wanted red wine, tequila and dirty martinis en masse, very very badly. funny. that there are such moods.
@ amadio: i think that d be a good idea. or no. wait, what would you write in your blog then? when i think more about it i guess i agree with Khalil Gibran (great poet in case you didn't know him yet) who says in his poem on love: If you cry but not all your tears and laugh but not all your laughter you haven't really lived....and loved....
love love love
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Hey, I meant a chocolate guy too...
tee hee.
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