I haven't the words
to convey to you
what it is to me to be so far from you
I don't find meaning in you
I don't live for you
I don't exist for you
but, yet,
I long for you.
-"Fuck you and your Untouchable Face"
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On the Lighter side of things.
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I just finished a meal of Italian sausage and ho-made marinara with a glass of 2001 Modavi Cabernet. It was like silky, spicy, buttery, deep sex that leaves you panting with jaws wide open barely being able to utter the words "That- was- incredible-, baby"
So, yeah. Do I dare go for seconds, or should I save it and savour it tomorrow?
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Tomorrow it is. Gotta pace myself here. God DAMN that was good!