Saturday, 8 December 2018

Arabica

Talking of coffee, I was given a mug full of deeply dark, most malevolent tankard of vicious caffeine that made my hair stand up, almost akin to getting electrocuted.
It was a shock alright, to my system, my nerves and my taste buds that feel stupefied and clearly bewildered by the attack of a brew so wickedly bitter and sinister in its depth that I feel lost and hear the strengthening buzz of something close to my ears.

The house smells like Starbucks on acid and it's nice.

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