Showing posts with label saccharine sentimentality. Show all posts
Showing posts with label saccharine sentimentality. Show all posts

Monday, May 4, 2009

Last 'they make me puke, get a room already' post




Pepper and salt
Socks and shoes
Bathwater and soap
Alcohol and a furry tongue
Pasta and red-checked tablecloths
Babies and bottles
Politicians and hot air
Work and fatigue
Inspiration and creativity
Pointy tables and shins
Books and knowledge
Exploration and experience
Compromise and mug-shots
Birth and death
Laughter and tears
Pain and relief
Wet grass and cold butts
Addictive personalities and broken moral compasses
Bouquets of flowers and first kisses
Self-centeredness and goodbyes
Dodgy tex-mex food and toilet bowls
Sit-coms and intellectual vacuums
Nicholas Cage and disappointing box-office figures
Blisteringly hot new talents and tacky headlines
Indulged children and ungrateful teenagers
Long baths and prune-toes
Being reunited and breathless hugs
Fame and wide-eyed adopted children
Newly washed cars and incontinent pigeons
New black jeans and Kleenex left in the pockets on laundry day…

Neen is back.
We go together well.
Care to contribute a ‘goes together like…’ of your own?
I'll stop the sentimental stuff now...
Back to spittle and dung, as per usual.