All is well, though I could totally do with a few extra pairs of tits and testicles in my bed. . .
Hoping this summer brings me a few good orgies.
Hoping this summer brings me a few good orgies.
Everything is just so beautiful lately.
I've been very happy for the past month. Everything I look at gives me an overwhelming feeling of joy in my stomach that makes me laugh. I guess that is what my grandmother meant by "being tickled"
Life just feels so good
spicy chile on your lips,
sex after a long day of work,
the cat on your belly,
rain and hail on your face,
sun on your back,
water down your throat,
flowers on your nose,
a belly full of mushrooms.
I've been very happy for the past month. Everything I look at gives me an overwhelming feeling of joy in my stomach that makes me laugh. I guess that is what my grandmother meant by "being tickled"
Life just feels so good
spicy chile on your lips,
sex after a long day of work,
the cat on your belly,
rain and hail on your face,
sun on your back,
water down your throat,
flowers on your nose,
a belly full of mushrooms.
Work is so slow today.
I have done four hair cuts and zero shaves. . .
Soo I got a new hair cut!
I will take photos tomorrow after I color it.
If anyone needs a shave or a haircut, I work in Arvada CO. Retro Barbers!!!
I have done four hair cuts and zero shaves. . .
Soo I got a new hair cut!
I will take photos tomorrow after I color it.If anyone needs a shave or a haircut, I work in Arvada CO. Retro Barbers!!!
Woke up early today. . .and drove to work not fully put together.
I saw the mountains and the sky. The scene was perfect, a master painting at seven a.m.
Its cold and the light shines as if through a crystal and Im listening to music so loud that the whole world has gone silent. Its funny how when the cd skips you can hear all the noise and see all the shit smeared. . .
this place is a mess.
Its funny how we try to be so perfect and in our mistakes we find beauty.
Its funny how all the things I regret the most are the things I cannot control. . .like finding broken glass in the bottoms of my feet so often, my age, time of birth, the deaths of so many people I would have loved to know.
When time is fast Im always so slow. I cant seem to keep up. another shit smear.
And when Im going along quickly the time clicks of a second for every week.
This morning I saw a bird land in a field of asphalt, a scene full of golden light and melting snow, a seagull so far from the sea. . .like me. . . burried in the cold and sharp ice. I cant seem to keep the shards out of my house and I cant get it out from under my skin.
I saw the mountains and the sky. The scene was perfect, a master painting at seven a.m.
Its cold and the light shines as if through a crystal and Im listening to music so loud that the whole world has gone silent. Its funny how when the cd skips you can hear all the noise and see all the shit smeared. . .
this place is a mess.
Its funny how we try to be so perfect and in our mistakes we find beauty.
Its funny how all the things I regret the most are the things I cannot control. . .like finding broken glass in the bottoms of my feet so often, my age, time of birth, the deaths of so many people I would have loved to know.
When time is fast Im always so slow. I cant seem to keep up. another shit smear.
And when Im going along quickly the time clicks of a second for every week.
This morning I saw a bird land in a field of asphalt, a scene full of golden light and melting snow, a seagull so far from the sea. . .like me. . . burried in the cold and sharp ice. I cant seem to keep the shards out of my house and I cant get it out from under my skin.
