Saturday, April 24, 2010

Just here

Bare.
Coffee.
'Welcome to the Monkeyhouse' -Kurt Vonnegut

Coffee. Coffee.

Sometimes when I drink it in the morning, despite brushing my teeth before and after..my mouth tastes like poop.

Now, I don't have recollection of eating poop (I know I must have, at some point) but I am certain that this taste I have, is it.

Why don't I stop drinking coffee? You would think this option would be something I would contemplate, nope.
Why? Because I feel like I am finally coming to the place where I can appreciate the subtle tastes, but mainly..I'm proud it's no longer coffee-flavored creamer.

Poop it is then.