There comes a time in your life that you have to put down your notebook, stop surviving on roomservice waiters and find yourself somewhere to hang your pens up.
Or something that sounds more profound - angels, devils, possibly poodles if you're into faust.
The taste in my mouth remains. Have you ever had something so sweet? Such a memorable taste on your tongue that you thought your taste buds were dancing? The nectarine so delicious. The papaya. The fruit with the flowing juices. Feel them as they dribble down your chin. Tongue ebbing forth to lick the remains of this fleeting nectar. As I lie in my bed I can only think of the flavour. Remark in my mind the remembrance of textures and smells. The longing, the craving, how do these things over take the mind? How can we find an addiction in a substance that carries not addictive properties? How can we lose ourselves in this peculiar vice? This taste eternal?
Hello New York, let me whisper in your ear?
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