Acomist
why pamper life's complexities
"I'm not the man you think I am."
You smile at Joel because he's always smiling at you with lovely white teeth that blend neatly into his complexion. His gums are the dainty pink of Cathy's dress and you think she hasn't come out of her room in a while.
"Your words, or Morrissey's?"
Joel takes a drag of his cigarette, an all too familiar down turn flitting across his lips before the bright smile returns, drenched in cancerous smoke. You notice he's trembling, breath coming too short.
"I'll never tell."
You smile at Joel because he's always smiling at you with lovely white teeth that blend neatly into his complexion. His gums are the dainty pink of Cathy's dress and you think she hasn't come out of her room in a while.
"Your words, or Morrissey's?"
Joel takes a drag of his cigarette, an all too familiar down turn flitting across his lips before the bright smile returns, drenched in cancerous smoke. You notice he's trembling, breath coming too short.
"I'll never tell."