there's a post-modern creation myth somewhere in that story. i like it when something completely inexplicable happens, the world becomes more interestingyesterday.
massive police presence because all of the shisha bars, coffee and sports betting places were getting checked. every five minutes there's a sound of an ambulance. people are sweating, queuing up for shoarma. endless streams of honking cars passing by.
i walk past a thai restaurant, in my own thoughts. and i'm suddenly awaken by the sound of sex. i stop for a second to find out where it comes from and i realize it comes from one of the apartments above the thai restaurant. it has its windows open. i smile and think it's great. people are making love.
ten minutes later i walk back past the same thai restaurant and i swear to god an egg falls from the sky. i have never seen this in my life. an egg falling from the sky!? it was only the shell of the egg. but still. and exactly there where i previously heard a couple having sex. i looked around to see if anyone else saw it as well but everybody was just minding their own business.
i can't stop thinking about it.
I have a thread about this notion. I don't think it has to be blackout drunk, but i do think you need some kind ritual intoxication to reset the system and as you say purge and set yourself on a new vibrational frquency.Thought about my theory about how you need to get blackout drunk once in a while in order to reset the system, recalibrate the cosmos, it seemed like an incredible vain proposition at that point but now a couple of hours later it's starting to work it's magic.
Now on the couch feeling proud that version quoted me on his blog, a sense of significance in what we're doing on here. It's so nice that people actually care about it.
Full nudity? In the SHOWER, of all places?! You absolute madman!!!Take shower spit brown coffee spit into shower. Take pleasure in how unwholesome the brown spit looks. Do it a couple more times. I'm totally naked. Water running off my naked body. As slim and tautly muscled as an adolescent. A naked Caravaggio. The young Dionysus.
I laughed my arse of at this while in full knowledge that this is the sort of thing I've let myself in for a year or two down the line.Woke up to the smell of rancid, gag inducing shit. Wife still in work, but there were a pair of eyes peering at me as sticky hands pulled my eyelids open. “Dad, Daaaad, I pooed the bed. Can we play football?”. Wtf? Twist my frame from lying sideways to bolt up right - how much shit is there? Is it all in this bed or his own, or both? Too late. My son shat both beds up real good. Look in horror at digi-clock, 5:14am. Don’t do this to me god. The smell was robust as I pulled back the duvet. Mary mother of Jesus, there were smears where he climbed in, climbed out and on the wooden floor blobs that he’d managed to walk through. Noooooooooooooo, kin ell, this wasn’t just changing nappies, this was major, this was temporal and structural damage at least in terms of what the next 90mins would now entail.
2hours later, half a bottle of bleach, a bollocksed mattress, countless sheets etc on a 60degree wash cycle. Jnr looked a little quiet. “We all shit the bed some times mate, but next time ask Pops to help ok, I won’t shout, we just have to clean up first is all”. His brother was glowing. Words spill out of him akin to “I told him to get in your bed instead of waking you up because Liverpool won the league and Granny loves Liverpool and you were rude to her about Liverpool so now you know not to be rude to Granny and Liverpool again!!!” and runs off with his brother to kick the ball round the house.
This is the reality of breeding. They shit on your pity. Lord, hear my prayer.
the deep thoughts of Mr Tea!I'm sure there are practical downsides to having big tits, and it's not like there aren't plenty of beautiful women who have small ones, but -
I reckon that it I were a woman with very small tits I'd have a hard time not being jealous of those with big ones.