Comments on: sugar

By: Emily-Rose

Emily-Rose — Mon, 16 Nov 2009 02:47:41 +0000

Diabetes is something which my dad suffers from. I panic every time I take sugar in anything I eat that I will also become like him. He groans when he eats. I don’t want to live my life like he does. In constant need of medication and using illness as an excuse for fucking everything.

By: tia

tia — Mon, 16 Nov 2009 02:46:24 +0000

I like to eat sugar with everything. Sugar makes the world go round. In middle school, I wanted a pair of Sugar mary janes. They were like sneakers but cuter and awesome.
I also think sugar comes in cubes for tea time. I want a pretty teacup. Then I can put my tea and sugar in it.
Didn't the colonies have fights about sugar?
Black women call me sugar too.

By: Em

Em — Mon, 16 Nov 2009 02:44:31 +0000

It was sweet, she rolled it over her tongue. It tasted like sugar. Initially she wasn’t sure that’s what the taste would be; they reassured her it was safe to eat but she still wasn’t completely convinced.

By: jo

jo — Mon, 16 Nov 2009 02:44:14 +0000

i don’t like sugar. it doesn’t satisfy me. it erodes me. thats how i feel after i eat sugar, like my teeth are going to fall out of my mouth. i hate that dream where you dream all of your teeth are falling out. i wonder waht that means? maybe im afraid of losing something? maybe im sel conscious about my image? how much of dreams are our thoughts and how much of them are other things imposing on us?

By: haley dalen

haley dalen — Mon, 16 Nov 2009 02:41:50 +0000

sugar is fattening. delicious. goes with strawberries. sugar cane. a song.

By: .

Mon, 16 Nov 2009 02:41:05 +0000

this can't be it.
the last bit of sweat.
the last crinkled shirt.
the last heated breath.
the last kiss at dawn.
the last taste of sugar on my lips.
the last tangle of limber legs and hips.

By: christian

christian — Mon, 16 Nov 2009 02:38:45 +0000

sweet

By: sugar.

sugar. — Mon, 16 Nov 2009 02:35:56 +0000

"Sugar?" he asked quietly, setting his fork down as he thought.
She looked up from across the table, frown still in place as she waited for him to make a move. This was the fifth night of silence. The fifth night of "sugar, please pass the bread". Anything would be better than "sugar, please pass the bread".
"I'm leaving you."

By: Anonymous

Anonymous — Mon, 16 Nov 2009 02:35:47 +0000

azucar

By: poop

poop — Mon, 16 Nov 2009 02:31:46 +0000

It runs through my body as if I were electrically charged with lighting. I pace myself, as my body starts to shake uncontroablly. We giggle together as we consume some more, and continue ou