An Affinity Observed
By HiramDiaz
She ate my french-fries, licked her lips, and, stared into the deepest glass of soda ever to exist - abysmal carbonation sizzling at the brim of her glass, caramel colored carcinogens liquified for mass production. I bit the filter of my camel, lighted its tip, and, wasted thoughts on words I never said, not to mention wasting time, waiting for my lips to obey my mind's dictates; I washed my lungs of their impurity w/tar and smoke and subtle addiction. "The jukebox is broken" she mumbled in one word (four letters long and jumbled w/ totally arbitrary nouns) as we sat in a diner on a corner of a street; as we examined "love" through the spectacles of experience - a woman in the corner incessantly sobbing , a man whose wife is reciprocating his "frustration", and a dog "humping" a hydrant (obviously made for other purposes) smiling through the window's frame into my eyes.weird right? ahh.... i was tired. lol bye, hiram, :O) Written February 1st, 2002 © on Feb 09 2002 01:45 PM PST 18 • 0 • 9
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"She ate my french-fries, licked her lips, and,..."