indistinguishable emotions and the blender is on five, puree. the toxic mix is unable to smoothly slide into the martini glass, wide and narrowing into its shallowness. in beginning, to refuse the entry of the gunk to the already filthy insides. the melange of hues stirs the curiosity and kills the comatose cat. suicidal tendencies are satisfied and there is no stopping the vomit. here it comes, the emotional vomit. it is a fierce virgin indeed. - the way you slip that mint candy between your taken lips and into your chartered mouth awakens my insides to a preverbial sunny morning. eyes smile and the heart tells tales of love for you. the way that every square inch of the slopes of the darkness of your body smells of cigarettes and carnal sweat; the nose is bewildered and will forever pay homage to the saint that is your scented glory. i smile and my heart has nothing but love for you. the heart has nothing but love for you yet it pays in storms. the orb floods to the narrowest of its gallows with the sight of your aches, your frowns, your anger, your absence. it trembles off the richter and it calms within your embrace. the heart is your gallant warrior. it is neither fowl nor swine in its living under your majestic sistine. it lives in hopes of you being the peter. what am i saying? it is simple. happiness is our happiness. don't get mad and don't get even. a sorry is as real as the sun and i am sorry. every touch is held by the soul even as the body has come to wither. every single emotion is as heartfelt as the first kiss. what is this? it is simple...