Monday, March 27, 2006

morning and the kids downstairs awaken me from a deep sleep, where girls are soft and feminine and i am lured into the safety of their breasts and arms, ha reality kicks in like a bad gear change, i'm grumpy and feel old, plus there's a taste in my mouth, risidual pub smell, those girls smoked like chimmneys last night, i get down on the street organise the cars, take pan for his am abulations, then get ready for the day, starts down at ye old hype coffee stop, with leary and some other people, but while i am scanning the daily lies and mis information, i catch the eyes of a georgous young lady who has the most amazing smile, her face is unbelievablely georgous, she's hungarian and scottish, she's living here in australia with her 2.5 kids, we get d and m faster than a couple of lovers in treacle, and then abruptly its time to get to the surf, gotta check those waves else my routine is outta whack, mmm, these waves are fucking perfect, race home get my fin and flippers but the strangest thing occurs, in the few mins its taken me the beach has been closed and i can't go in, huge swell, strong rip.
the proffessor and i discuss the idea of sexual intercourse machines, known as fucking machines, these rae ou and about but they are slightly mechanical and lack any sort of personality, there's a lot of room to manouvere should one want to pursue this, i outline the basics of what a good one should include and the Proffessor has complimentary ideas, he reckons Hong Kong is a good production base. Well we can only see what happens next, but i like the idea.

I answer a few questions for emilie, lots of risidual anger undertones, can't say i blame her, i am a freak after all, the path to hell is paved with good intentions, and most of my intentions are good.

someone asked me how my experiment in unconditional love was going, mmm intresting stuff, i created some freaking amazing things, i still need to process the whole experience a bit. did i say that by calling it unconditional you put a condition upon it, it's just love man, love.

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