Kissing a Toad. {fiction}
Don’t kiss a toad unless you’d like warts on your lips, because you can’t escape this fate once you’ve been poked by a wart-covered prick.
Browsing Tag:
cigarette
How My Safety Net Became My Worst Enemy.
You’re going to have to look for a new safety net, because as being stoned is already part of your daily routine, it’s not going to be able to help you escape your anxiety anymore.
Darling. {poetry}
I swallow the rest of my wine, and slide the lip-stained glass to the bartender
I lean over and touch her arm as my matte black nails drag softly over her skin
She turns her attention away from the poor sap who never stood a chance
Dear Cig, I’m Breaking Up With You.
How I longed to smoke and drink coffee with the artists and writers, discuss the meaning of life and the purpose of art, exchange witticisms and criticisms while our laughter rose above the din of the cafe along with our smoke, into the Parisian night. Why didn’t you ever take me to Paris? You ...