You make me want to drink coffee (and you know I hate coffee with every fibre in my body). And you make me contemplate a second cup. This time, without sugar. I think I want to feel the bitterness of it on my tongue and I would like to see if I could ever possibly choke on it and die but I guess it felt refreshing and I made another cup (black coffee black coffee coffee to drink of course). I want to choke on coffee. I want to choke on coffee. Choke on coffee, not words. Is this what realisation feels like? I like realising.