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The after effect of those deep inhalations was as if time stopped. I stepped out from the lava lamp light & into the brilliance of the kitchen to fix myself a chicken salad sandwich. I had never noticed the green tile in there before, it accentuated the granite countertop, brought out the grain on the door, made the place look tranquil. When I got back to my beanbag chair, I was sandwich-less & wondered if I had actually eaten one or had just dreamt about it. Then I noticed the lava lamp was in full eruption, it made my skin look like the surface of the sun, the walls look like hellfire, and my sweetheart a hot goddess. When I awoke the next morning, I knew I must of had some fun, my stash was gone, the *** bottle was empty & my babe was asleep buck naked, wrapped up tight right next to me, which no joke, meant I had toked up a storm, probably got drunk & said **** Don Juan things. Well you see, she doesn't smoke or drink, why else would she have stayed with me?!
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May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 9:50 PM UTC
Why She Stayed (I Must Have Said Don Juan Things)
The after effect of those deep inhalations was as if time stopped. I stepped out from the lava lamp light & into the brilliance of the kitchen to fix myself a chicken salad sandwich. I had never noticed the green tile in there before, it accentuated the granite countertop, brought out the grain on the door, made the place look tranquil. When I got back to my beanbag chair, I was sandwich-less & wondered if I had actually eaten one or had just dreamt about it. Then I noticed the lava lamp was in full eruption, it made my skin look like the surface of the sun, the walls look like hellfire, and my sweetheart a hot goddess. When I awoke the next morning, I knew I must of had some fun, my stash was gone, the *** bottle was empty & my babe was asleep buck naked, wrapped up tight right next to me, which no joke, meant I had toked up a storm, probably got drunk & said **** Don Juan things. Well you see, she doesn't smoke or drink, why else would she have stayed with me?!
jonny-angel
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May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 9:50 PM UTC
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