Luxuries.

Walking in the sun, a leisurly pace well in hand, I wonder -

Who could want more than a crisp shirt on their skin and a gentle breeze to feel on their face?

Who? :)

It seems my life is a luxury.
...like every little thing it is a little luxury.

God I love lifes little luxuries.

^_^

Scraps.

Listening to this album is a little bit inspiring. The melodies are simply quite... playful. And as I feel the music I can't help but feel a little playful myself.


I've often thought my life might be a little more lovely if I would simply play more. Life's a game after all, and we're just playing - aren't we? Let's get a little less serious and a little more wonderful.


And besides, this all reminds me of a similar feeling I felt after seeing these girls -





It's a wonderful feeling - being encouraged to be loud, vocal, primal and instinctual. I guess it's a stretching of your boundaries. A night of debauchary where you completely release the constraints of everyday acceptable behaviour - then the next day, you might just feel a little looser - a little less constrained and a little more free and open in your actions.

I think I need a good dance. Can't wait to be better!

I don't wanna fuck.

Would you understand me,
if I said -

I don't wanna fuck,
I just want some of that
first class
feminine
energy!
?

Beauty

'Beauty is truth, truth beauty, that is all -
ye know on earth, and all ye need to know'
- John Keats. 1795–1821

In these city streets and urban landscapes,
more and more I lean to the same places,
to feel and see beauty, full and breathtaking.

At every street corner, at every turn,
a graceful gait, soft skin, a wild and free aire.
A fluttering skirt, a sensuous frame,
a tenderness oozing from every pore.

Such beauty to be found in that feminine frame,
and daily, hourly, it takes my breath away :)

Meditate

Things...were...too...fast.
There were... too many,
complications.

And so he closed his eyes,
drew breath,
and let go.

Then?

Idle chatter on a star-lit night,
dancing with words
& exploring thoughts.

Then a plane jets off and a rabbit runs by the runway.

Strap on the puppet strings and take the world for a spin!

So he strapped on the puppet strings and took the world for a spin.

As he span and he span he took a look what he saw.
It seemed wonderful, he seemed in awe.

But through ever pore, he felt and he felt,
company would certainly add a lot more.

Then memories swim into his head millions of miles an hour.
This journey was about simplifying, experience-ifying and singulatity-fying.

What there's then to do?

But to strap on the puppet strings and take the world for a spin!