Tuesday, October 2, 2012


There is a cup of tea.
yeah, it's there. Right on the table.
Dont you see it? Don't you?. That's your cup of tea. Go on now. Go on. Drink it all up. I made it for you and now you have no choice. I wont let all that sugar, milk and my effort in making it go waste.

Soul, where are you?. I've been screaming my lungs out for you. Come on now. Don't you dare infuriate me. It's your long dark tea time. Stop roaming around this forsaken galaxy. And come home. Come home now. You know you can do nothing about it. This filth and decadence. Don't stay out long. Filth has a reputation for getting under your skin and crawling beneath it. I cant keep repeating this over and over, again and again.

Drink that tea up. It's your cup of tea.
And I made it for you.

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