last night upon my walk home, dark and dreary, i stumbled across a divinity. no she didnt have legs going up to there, her eyes didnt see through to the windows of my heart and soul, nor did her smile outshine juliet's scorching presence;
she had a scent of baked creamy mashed potatoes.
eyes closed, this ambrosial fragrance carried up through my olefactory nerves and suffused my mind. high on cloud nine (hundred million and one), i was fatuous until i reached my door. envious; damn i wish i smelled that good.
if you were given the chance to be smelling all delectable, what would it be? myself, i'd favour apple pie ;)
lol i love you!
ReplyDeletejen can't work friggin blogspot >>
naw, well honey if you pick the name/URL identity, you can post a comment that says "jenny penny said..." instead of anonymous.
ReplyDeletei mean who the heck is this anonymous person. god they're annoying heh.
love you xx
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ReplyDeletenow that you've said that..4chan is gonna get you >D
Apple pie FTW!
ReplyDeleteAlso. Did you just copy all those adjectives out of Perfume?