Tasteless
I’ve got a few theories about why my taste went dead. Maybe I burned my tongue pretty badly—that’s the harmless one. Maybe it’s the weird stuff I smoke sometimes—getting darker. Or maybe it’s because I ate a whole handful of pure pasta seasoning powder that chemically burned my mouth raw. Yeah, that’s probably it.
In theory this should be great. I can eat whatever disgusting thing and not even care. No appetite for those fat kebabs anymore. Can’t taste them. Water instead of cola. Can’t taste that either. So life should actually be solid. Except kisses taste like cardboard. Blowjobs taste like cardboard. My strawberry yogurt tastes like cardboard. Can’t win. Stupid world. Where’s the nearest tongue doctor?