you place brazilian, colombian, and french coffee bags on the counter. you chew a bean of each. you smile at the thought of brewing all three bags, pouring them in different cups, lining the cups like obedient victims of your experiment, and seeing how fast you can drink them up. you smile at the thought of having your heart jumping out of your chest. you smile at the thought of throwing each cup on the floor upon emptying it. you smile at the thought of cigarette taste in your mouth. you pour a little bit of colombian coffee in the coffeemaker. you put the bags back in the cabinet. you put tinted moisturizer on. you put mascara on. you put pink lipstick on. you put on black wool pants and blue cachemire sweater you prepared the night before. you take few sips of the coffee you made. you leave the cup on the counter. you go to work.
on the coffee subject, i suggest a fun movie by the name of coffee and cigarettes, if you appreciate the beverage. as a matter of fact, i suggest everything by jim jarmusch, especially dead man, mystery train, and stranger than paradise if you appreciate somewhat unconventional witty genre.
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