Call It Whatchu Want - C.H.A.S.E.

.Taking the warm, plum-size pod between my thumb and forefinger, I nicked its skin with a thumbnail. After a moment a small bead of milky sap formed on the surface; the wound continued to bleed for a minute or two, the sap darkening perceptibly as it oxidized, and then it slowed, clotting. I dabbed the drop of opium with my forefinger, touched it to my tongue. It was indescribably bitter. The taste lingered on my palate for the rest of the afternoon.


Changing. Humanity. And. Serving. Everyone.

  likes:
           - Positive music 
           - Improvement 
           - Making money 
dislikes:
           - Fake people
           - Apathy
           - Living poor

Call It Whatchu Want - C.H.A.S.E.

C.H.A.S.E. me