i said: "kiss me, you're beautiful - these are truly the last days"
The last day and some hours have been rocking my balls in so many good ways.

Most recently, I and some friends watched Cool Hand Luke, ate some eggs, took some shots, got sick. I almost got my head puked on. Video hopefully forthcoming.

I experienced something yesterday that's had me feeling constantly, consistently great. Like a phenomenally beautiful and vibrant sunset with immense clouds in the sky, tripping hella-mad on some syrian rue and fungi, thinking you might die any moment, with no fear in the slightest of such, just gratitude.
It brought me back to some time last August, where I felt quite used, kinda really liked it (in some ways), but there was no continuation of such for whatever reason (actually, lack of reciprocation is the only reason that comes to mind). Not that such ventures wouldn't be undertaken immediately if they were to present themselves this very moment.

Q: What does the number fourteen sound like in French?
A: My favorite thing.
I am such a boy some times.
If only it were all times.