When the door burst open, I didn't even notice it had knocked my teeth, probably because of the great big fat rush I was in to get inside sugar mountain, and ask the empty calorie: Why people complained, pained at one another, why I winced back, was it my mouth? the advice? or the ice? I'd just eaten s v c o e o s r l o y d freezing the water on my brain sitting on E D G E waiting to GET an o f fL f r shocking the prospect that the mulled future was only a jaded bitter old sucker--- When the empty calorie swished in a swoosh of saccharine pink spit spat so matter of fact, "Well I'm outide, and as you can see, I'm riddled within by caverns of salt I've never seen, but I suppose if they're mine, they're yours too, and somedays your low, and somedays your sweet, so just take your pick when you swing open the door."
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In my old age I’ve had to stop eating ice as my teeth aren’t as strong as the use to be.
Shushie brain freeze? Or drinking Jolt off a luge?
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