I have only the echo of the joy, but without thesurce, it fades away.
update. 5:10 am and I remembered what made me laugh and come to write it down. The fridge door makes a loud creak when you open it. The house knows when you open the fridge. Sneaking around trying to be quiet, and then, Wreeeeeeeack
Tonight was a wirlwin. I finally got the climax to my hard on with the 3D VR headset and a blonde I really like. Its the realest sex I have have ithout the sensation of toch, and I though I might find sleep after. No such luck, but it would hav been the same at home.
I’l sleep at 4pm
probably all day really. I won’t want to wake up and deal with the job of my life.
I am columbus sailing. THere is no running away. If I can’t break through her defences, we’re both practicing the definition of insanity.
All thoughts lead to the blocks. To the firsts.
The fist concept.
A hand has 5 fingers, but a fist in a single unit. When I say I fist something, it means I have taken that entire thought, and packaged in as one, Its a fist.
I think of that 5th line yiou draw across the other 4 to count it as one set of five, and now you’re counting 5’s instead of ones.
A fist to me, is just one thought or idea, saved to memory as a group.
It sounds better in my head.
End of part 2