brainhellhole overspill

‘caution: contents hot!’

says the mcdonald’s paper cup. i sip my coffee nervously anyway. he pours thick syrup over a couple layers of his pancake. orange juice to his left, melting hot fudge to his right. ( i remember how i loved sundaes on sundays.)

my aviator and west menthol sit idly on the table, he still wears his dark shades while carefully forking his meal. his face twitches, a little curl forms at the base of his steep nose bridge.

i sip again.

~ by geniusness on December 4, 2007.