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I like pie. But not any kind of pie.
The one with cherries. But cherries can be a really shity thing. You eat the pie and then get all covered in cherries and your fingers are sticky and stuff...then you regret having eaten the pie in the first place.
Pies can be a real bitch you know.
The sweet...delicious pie...almost like it's calling for you...making you want to instantly eat it...but then you're covered in this red, sticky, yuck thing...is it worth enjoying those few moments of pleasure when you know it's all gonna blow up in your face?
This may sound weird to many perverts.
If you are one you'll get the point.
Anyway...I really do like pie...and somehow i have never managed to eat one slowely, without any haste...panic...passion...too many weird feelings towards a pie eh? I've never been too good at metaphores...or any kind of litterary stuff actually...I always have a great idea..but then somehow...I get lost in the words...I lose the reason why I even started writing in the first place...
I think I think too much.
No seriously, I do! It can be a real bitch sometimes....And if the American culture has ever done anything useful to this world it would have to be the word "bitch". You can use it in various contexts and therefore express any idea, opinion, emotion you want. But other than that they've done nothing less than pure bullshit to this world. Well there is Sex and the City...that's not bad. Anyway, with this random writing I'm not gonna entertain you or do anything else for that matter and what's more I gotta sleep.
So...peace! (if there's such a thing)