Thelegendarygobletofpuke

Puke is a pokal, I`d like to drink some wine from a goblet just right now. She is still sleeping, so let me drink the one beer left and clean my teeth afterwards. Why does the red colour of wine attract me so much? Of what does it remind me? Maybe of the red gloeing sun before it sets in an other reality somewhere in Bharat. I am always so ambitious to get at least one orange dout. I wont stop writing.