soapboxdiner

I never knew love like this before

Ah breathing... taking nice cool air into my nose... expelling lovely warm and slightly moist CO2 out... how I miss you so. Ever since we last did our private sinus dance last Thursday, I've longed for your refreshing touch upon my ethmoids, filling my lungs with your potency. But alas, my head is full of boogies and my tongue is affixed to my hard palate by mouth-breathing paste, and I am half-high from low blood oxygen.

Please, Breathing, won't you come back to me? I'm sorry I treated you with disregard. But I promise - this time I'll be sooo good to you. You'll never want to leave me again.

5:24 pm - 11.09.03
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