3,7-dihydro-3,7-dimethyl-1H-purine-2,6-dione for the weak of heart

[foxtongue]

I call him the Marquis of Missionary. We met in a narrow therapeutic index, literally chronic first contact. A bitter alkaloid, now he musses up my hair on a daily basis. Ten minutes every morning, ten minutes every night, a lecture comprised of similar compounds, my heels digging into his back. Our wet chemistry excludes quantitative chemical analysis, I don't want children until marriage. His family, caffinated, seem like other basic nitrogen-containing yuppies. Despite their frequently confusing genus, they are dull, lacking in suffix. I don't like spending time with them, I would rather derive my pleasure down the coast to our cabin, our celluloid haven.