Bubblegum

  • Dignified. Elegant. Sophisticated.

    We were made for each other.

    Snake Oil and bubblegum.

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  • Don’t Tell Me Heaven is Under the Earth

    Listening to music, blowing bubbles.

    A handful of honey sticks, yesterday’s patchouli, and a dusting of cinnamon sugar.

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  • Jailbait

    Innocence defiled. Sticky pink bubblegum and the thick, sweet scent of orange and cherry lollipops smeared over a breath of heady womanly perfume.

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  • The Blockhead

    Back out on the Midway, a huge, leather-clad man leans against a post. He smiles at you, guilelessly, baring a mouthful of sharpened teeth as he hammers huge rusted nails into his skull.

    Rusted metal, leather, and a pop of pink bubblegum.

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