Lust To Dust.
The last I checked, I am still breathing, thank you.
So this Prince Charming is suppose to kiss you and sweep you off your feet right? But frankly speaking how many guys you've dated and think that he's a great kisser? For example, you're a rookie in the kissing game, so I suppose the first one you kissed was good and then the second one came around and you kissed him and you think he's a greater kisser than the first one but let's just say that when the third one came around and kissed you passionately on the lips and you think that he's the greatest of them all. My point is, after having to kiss the second guy, you think that he's THE one, a great kisser but come to think about it, after when you kissed the third guy, you said the same thing too. Really, how many guys you've kissed again? Noway that you'd lost count, so it's only the second fella.
Wait, what was my point again?
Sheesh, it's only quarter past 12 in the morning and my brain is slowing tripping on me. Perhaps its the acid or grass that did the colorful hallucination.
Oh right, my point. Look, I just think that it's not only about the kiss, it is also about the heart. Man what is a kiss if he doesnt really mean it right? For instance, my case. Urgh, I feel that my stomach is churning with baneberries, if you know what I mean. I know I should feel downright under my normal level but heck I just cried a bucketful of bloody crystal clear tears and I cant go on another round. Am still hallucinating, remember?
So what if I kissed him and he is the best kisser among the guys that I've kissed out there. He was doing it just for the sake of doing it. He wanted me to feel good at that time because he wanted to use me. He was trying to score me for crying out loud. How pathetic. Argh, fuckkkk, why he has got to be good in bed? Wait, I mean why he has to be good at kissing and oh the tongue! Bloody hell.
The conclusion is that, I was so fucking deluded. I even blatantly think that I really like him. I was framed up with his slick desires of conspiracy. I was totally bonked by his suave and smooth grooves. He, on the other hand, already belongs to someone else and he is NOT the one.
Zilch.
Precisely what the heading says.
Let the acid hallucinations begins!
[music]
Royal City - I'm Taking The Train