Due to synesthesia (see previous post about this remarkable neurological phenomenon) the word "suicide" tastes like Signature Swiss Chalet sauce.
I find it amusing that the word for such an unpleasant (yet occasionally alluring) concept as suicide could be so darn tasty. The words "greed", "murder", and "molestation" don't taste good at all.
(Greed tastes like when you unknowingly pour curdled milk in your coffee and take a sip, and then get chunky coffee. Murder tastes like a hamburger that hasn't been cooked through at the centre. Molestation tastes like old cheese).
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