i've already broken your heart
we don't really know each other
not yet
but even so, your heart
it is shattered
like those cheap potato chips.
no, not Pringles,
but one
of those
greasy ones, and they're at the bottom
of the bag, in salty fragments.
i helped do this, and
I wet
my fingers
and stick them to these shards
and lick them off because they are yours.
not yet
but even so, your heart
it is shattered
like those cheap potato chips.
no, not Pringles,
but one
of those
greasy ones, and they're at the bottom
of the bag, in salty fragments.
i helped do this, and
I wet
my fingers
and stick them to these shards
and lick them off because they are yours.
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I really liked this, and the "no, not Pringles" made me laugh. You can never put a potato chip together again.
It's an amazing transformation from Pringles to an almost Mayan ingestion of a heart.
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I naturally identified with the victim in this -- how could I not? Pierced straight thru the cheap, greasy shards of my shattered heart. At least you're eating them -- hell, I can't give 'em away on 7th Avenue! *
this is ... so salty, and greasy!
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This is really kicking an amp.
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Ah, yes. Potato chip crumbs on the floor of life. *