chainsaws and pumpkins
i had forgotten what it was like. that feeling of having sand paper brush against your soft delicate skin. the one you had spent hours fluffing and blotting and supplying with lotion. now left tingling at the hands of his hour old shave. i never said i didn't like it. lets call it one of those idiosyncracies. i'll get a lot of those where i'm headed. a lot.