I can't fucking wait to be in Spain.

night beads

I ask you... If you can't trust a 40-year-old Iranian divorcee with a beauty like the sunset and skin soft as lapping waves that makes out with you off and on for hours and clings tightly round your arm, holds your hand and spreads her tongue in you... who can you trust?

Women.

a fiery ocean as the sunset

I became a child today for a few moments when I watched the sun setting from a cliff. There was a point where the cobalt blue ocean waves were riding furiously in unison toward the shore and upon its back the goldenbrass beams of sunlight were rushing with it, spreading along its crest like very deep flames. The sunlight was like molten waves and if one had no sense of the properties of light and water, as a child, one would've been mesmerized. For a few moments I hadn't eaten of the apple and I was singed pure by the fiery wavetops that spread and crashed. Golden blue lightening waves.
It was quite beautiful.

R.I.P. Slim Dunkin'.

I'm still on fire inside. Burning like a fire in uninhabited woods.

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Dare I dream?