When Adam ate the forbidden fruit what did it taste like? All the good things life has to offer? All the bad? Did it taste like sunbeams? Like a childs rithmic gigles? Like The sick, upside-down, im-going-to-***-myself rolicoster feeling? Like tight hugs? Did it taste as good as fields of flowers feel? Like rain? Like farness? Like the saltyness of sweat-or tears? Like silence? Like long open nights? Like unanswered texts? Like lunches alone? Like the sting of liquor? Like raisors Or did it taste like blood?