You prefer a coincidental meeting for perhaps a cup of coffee, what kind of attributed intelligence is this, I ask my-self, quite disturbed, dissassembled thoughts cross my disastrous, yet loathsome mind, trying to comprehend this motive, Coffee? sarcastically I think aloud: ohhh nooo!! coffee? yeah, I just love the aroma, never before did you attempt to show any form of graditude, what may the purpose of this action be now, when I'd rather cut my head off with cleavers, before I ever were to sit content with you, Coffee? I'd enjoy the hot, steamy liquid, poured on your evil, corrupt face, so it bubbles up with blisters, I don't even like coffee, you dumb bitch, the flavor is too complex and bitter, and the caffeine level is to high for me, So say I sit at a table with you, drinking what discusts me most, possibly would you gather the gossip, and pass it on to another, so carelessly? Gossip? Yeah, the idle talk or rumor of my personal or private affairs, Could it be that the time is drawing near, and you feel the need to be so kind, well of course it would be for your benefit, too bad you're the sister of a stupid brother, Maybe if YOU were sweet like tea, than I'd take the time to accompany you.
Reason for writing:
I got envited by the enemy. Even worse...for coffee!!!! Can
you believe that????
Birth sign: Virgo
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