#35 happy gummy

"Happiness for me is like chewing gum. For a long time I finally had a chance to have it so I chewed and chewed and chewed; lustful, furiously but carefully so I wouldn't accidentally swallow it. I could taste the fruitiness and sweetness at first but it faded away. I could only taste, like, chewy thingy in my  mouth? I guess? My saliva, yea. It did not take much time until my jaw became sore. I couldn't handle it as good or as smooth as I expected. And when I thought that I could just enjoy the moment (to the limit, which is for me, there's no limit for happiness actually) before it gone, not to worry about bad shits at all, just roll with it; something that I wished for it not to happen happened. Yes, I accidentally swallowed the gum. It stuck at my throat. Methought I was going to die. it was the end of my time. Die alone, single, murdered by a gum. Murdered by happiness. Luckily though, I didn't panic much and I escaped that silly death but, yea, with phobia of gum. Of happiness."

Moron.