“How much do you dislike yourself?” I wanted to ask him, but he was kissing my neck and that would have been awkward. Instead I silently shot the question at the white and black tiger pillow, poking out from behind his head.
Milk duds.
When I eat a Twix bar, I'm reminded of swim practice
Crunchies remind me of summer camp
Reese’s peanut butter cups, of Allison Carter
Mint Areos, of Frances
Smartfood, of my mom.
-- One time Lisa and I ate a Fruit and Nut bar left behind in the girls change room. I don’t even like Fruit and Nut bars, but because it was a story, it was the best chocolate I’d ever had.
You see, they’re not so much sweets, as they an indulgence into memories.
we all know how unhealthy living in the past is.
(I'm at risk for diabetes)
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We had a heated debate, just like back in the days. Only it was different, because these people found philosophy pretentious instead of exciting, and were only looking for the right answer.
“What is the essence...” for a mere half hour, and the rage that arose wasn’t playful. Where’s your curiosity I wondered
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| don't look so glum - isn't the unexamined life one not worth living? |
And you call yourselves artists
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