Thursday, 16 April 2015

Th Age of the Martini

I want mine shaken
I want it stirred
I want a twist
I want blue cheese
I want it dirty

Why not apply those across the board?

Give me them in spades. Mix them up. Unsettle me. Make me giggle and tell secrets.  Release me from the last of my inhibitions. Pare me down to my essence and fill me up with spontaneity, life, tickles, and truth until they demand the ultimate release.

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