A pair of young lovers flee.
“You take a bite of it, you chew it you gotta taste it, tastes real bad (that’s probably where you are right now) you can spit out and move forward that’s what you gotta do! or you can swallow and keep eating shit. You know what I mean! But some times we just gotta taste it to move forward, poetry on a high level.”
From changa to changa
Women have ready tongues; they talk earlier, more easily, and more pleasantly than men. They are also said to talk more; this may be true, but I am prepared to reckon it to their credit; eyes and mouth are equally busy and for the same cause. A man says what he knows, a woman says what will please; the one needs knowledge, the other taste; utility should be the man’s object; the woman speaks to give pleasure. There should be nothing in common but truth.