Spicy

Showing off your tonsils at the mouth of hell.
Tree and tinsel eat out your landfill.

In all angles, we love light but fuck pigment.
And there's a difference because your seventh-grade girlfriend told you so while she was sighing with experience.
And there's no difference because you no longer believe in variety as a prerequisite to existence.
Life is spicy enough and artificially flavored to taste like it's telling you secrets behind its fronts.