“I'm sorry about last night. it's just that nowadays william and I get together once in a blue moon or something. how was your weekend?”
“good. on friday I saw some covetous hands in action, you know how men sometimes try to possess women like only demons do, and on saturday I celebrated the dead. sunday, well, erm, I don't remember...”
I delight my women with macaroni con cinnamon and sugar
artists, like the greek gods, are only revealed to one another, said Oscar
remember kids, learn to direct your passions correctly. all in life is energy anyway, so that shouldn't be as tricky as it sounds. don't burn your hands. stick them in the snow and wait for tomorrow.
