I need chocolate, I love chocolate, I dream, I breathe chocolate. I love the dark kind with its rich taste and smoothness melting in my mouth. I especially love it when it is coupled with mint cream. Perhaps it is the duality of it, something butter with something fresh, I am not sure. After Eights are my favourite, the green box has always been a happy thought and unwrapping them from their envelopes pure heaven. And sorry Forrest, life is NOT like a box of chocolates, you always know what you might get in any given box.

















To fly high high and away from all your worries,pressures,fears and expectations to drift into the creamy belated feeling of melting exquisite choclate-of-choice seeping into your brain cells…….. but be wary very wary of consequences of your dire action …. accelerating descent to earth at dizzying speeds and a very loud thump and a big bruise on your big fat ass ……..
I’m not particularly chocolate-addict, but your wording did make me willing to kill for a bar. Kudos!
As a compromise, what do you say we declare the following when our gigantic brainwashing machine is activated?
Life is a box of chocolate, that comes with a cigarette pack and a cup of black coffee