An Acquired Taste That Is Me

Maybe being oneself is always an acquired taste. 

8 thoughts on “An Acquired Taste That Is Me”

      1. If I could I would have a date with a bottle of vodka and a razorblade, but my bloody will to live has barricaded itself in its office and I can’t drink alone because of some twisted survival glitch!


      2. “With everyone hoping to live longer and begging to stay younger, there’s noone left on the customer service desk of life to take my complaint that I’m still alive or to file my application to quit this life!”


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