Taste

You look oddly pleased wearing my face as a mask, it's fascinating how perfect it fits. Though it is an easy task, for I was unhinged 5001 b.c. The risk certainly is worth the reward. Everything else falls to the floor, you taste sweet like candy and soda pop. I buy a cup of your essence mixed with water for a quarter ... welcome to a virgo, let it go, drift into tomorrow. I hear whispers ... Anarchists echos, giving in, hands tied behind your back. Exploring texture and dopamine, you will not win this little game.