A picture of the world filtered through my mind, which works something like a coffee maker. Bland, transparent, yet so vital; a crystal vision of what we've come to expect from the world passes over the contours and perversions of my brain to produce a potent and highly addictive substance.
All of this poured into a disposable blog with a cardboard caution sleeve for the more feeble and inexperienced customers.
2 comments:
i love that u only get a small coke with a 12 inch chessteak. anyway, she seems to be digging it. or about to throw it downfield.
and anyway, do you really need sex to sell a cheese steak? is there anything better than a cheese steak? maybe sex. maybe. steve147
I wonder if the Internet caters to my lust for "girl on cheese steak" action.
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