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Like cold steel on the tongue, Inducing mind numbing headaches when taken in excess. But I am tempted by the allure of the numerous colours and aromas. They call to me like sirens on a distant shoreline and I cannot resist. Once tried, I surrender myself To a taste sensation. Like a lightning bolt surging through my body And pinning me to the ground. All my senses are aroused. I have become one with the universe, I see everything, I feel everything. The contrast between the bone chilling and the soft melt in your mouth  take me on a journey. I am hurtling through the cosmos at light speed, I witness the dawn of time, The birth of planets and the death of a billion stars. I voyaged beyond infinity and discovered the meaning of life. But this journey has not yet reached its end. For I know there is still more to see. So I give myself willingly. A slave to this icy temptress that is Mint choc chip, or Raspberry ripple, or Vanilla, or any of the other numerous flavours. PS. Cone is compulsory
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Nov 24, 2016
Nov 24, 2016 at 10:27 AM UTC
I Scream
Like cold steel on the tongue, Inducing mind numbing headaches when taken in excess. But I am tempted by the allure of the numerous colours and aromas. They call to me like sirens on a distant shoreline and I cannot resist. Once tried, I surrender myself To a taste sensation. Like a lightning bolt surging through my body And pinning me to the ground. All my senses are aroused. I have become one with the universe, I see everything, I feel everything. The contrast between the bone chilling and the soft melt in your mouth  take me on a journey. I am hurtling through the cosmos at light speed, I witness the dawn of time, The birth of planets and the death of a billion stars. I voyaged beyond infinity and discovered the meaning of life. But this journey has not yet reached its end. For I know there is still more to see. So I give myself willingly. A slave to this icy temptress that is Mint choc chip, or Raspberry ripple, or Vanilla, or any of the other numerous flavours. PS. Cone is compulsory
this best describes how much i love an ice cream cone
PSR
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Nov 24, 2016
Nov 24, 2016 at 10:27 AM UTC
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