Ahhh, coffee substitute, you're rich dirt taste soothes my jangled nerves. No caffeine means I won't try to bite glass and vomit blood and the essence of chicory and beetroot is practically undetectable in your deep brown depths. So smooth in the sense of not having any sharp bits of stuff in you and so satisfying. I pronounce you edible!
With love, your honorable servant in Satan,
Me.
PS. Call me sometime coffee substitute. We will talk of things.
Hey, haven't said so recently but I'm lurking here all the time, you know. I love coffee in a way most maniacal. In a David Lynch kinda way. And Achewood, yes indeedy. Basically, I agree 100% with everything you say all the time. Nice eh?
ReplyDeleteFunny that it should warm the cockles of my heart, particularily the left cockle, that someone is lurking in my business, but it does. Lurk on! Lurk thee to thy fill and anon.
ReplyDeleteYa and Lynch brand coffee eh? That's hard core maniac love. Whatta guy.
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