Dear Fruit Stripe Gum,
I love you. You are the metaphor for the perfect woman. It starts with your included tattoos, which are very sexy. Then, you are lightly dusted to prevent sticking (I'm not quite sure how this relates to a woman. Yet.). You are the sweetest tasting thing I have ever known. Your flavor is unique, yet tantalizing. I think about you all the time.
Then your flavor runs out, the uniqueness is gone, and I spit you out, and move on to the next piece.
It doesn't get much better than that.
Love,
Geoff
Thunderstorm Wall Cloud
1 year ago
1 comment:
I adore letters to inanimate objects.
lé sigh
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