If he smokes cigarettes
They told me It would tastebitterlike ashbut the first timewe kissedand I tasted his lipsit was nothinglikekissing an ashtrayhe slippedhis tongueinto my mouthand it tastedlike maple syrup on pancakes
(On a sundaymorning)far too sticky sweetfor my own goodwhat they never did saywas that he would feel like fireand the more we kissedthe more I would burn aliveengulfed by his flame
Bored? Go out in the fileds and put a TV on fire
On a winter day me and my friends decided to drive around the city and take some pictures. As soon as we found the spot, we realized that it was absolutely muddy, and we wouldn't be able to walk around. Fortunately, my friend brought shoe covers. Much to our suprise, in the bare field we noticed an old, ruined TV. (I took a portable stair to shoot some frames from above the subject) Seeing the...