118: Kissing is poison. It makes our appetites cloying. It’s bad for you

but I wasn’t. Then came the anticipating of imitation .. goodness, a sort of I-actually-miss-you ..

Diseased, sick of you kissing where you are so blatantly filled with what it spreads everywhere completely negating its purpose, needing starlight on the edge of freakonomics in a Flemish-like world, a healthful state of driving the bitter departure from what is present in the original experience. Even so, thanks.