the end of summer ... I have become frivolous...

After writing or reflection transcendental things had reached the time to give this sauce, as Zoya had told me that the driving (ramming) was no longer Jacking and had become one remains. It is a jargon in our midst to define what that has no definition.

That is, two or three powders were enough to say let's get a coffee.

Yes, intercourse often comes before the coffee, and then after coffee, we see no further.. Come on, you better not have taken coffee, and have continued to think that this guy was a god. But often the powders are powders, and powder coffees are coffees and then we come the others, who are our knight.

Now at least I had beer to keep ducking him a couple of days.

While in the attic of Lesbos, had plans to vacation for a week. And I was glad the truth is in need.

Everything was as before, a fucking, making others happy and other straws while to come.

So it was the right time to make dinner or at least get a coffee and all.

The thing which could not be, and just Zoya and I, as always in Sitges. (Although for my Sitges, was now otherwise).

Although Sitges continue as usual with their hormones, muscles, their laughter, their looks, their prepositions prepositions decent and indecent for decent indecent.

And damn but I never thought I would say I like losing its streets and see people The truth is that my breeding ground for this blog tomorrow, if I live this, it will give him to the streets and especially those who walk on them and released such gems as:

"Fuck tail piece was, the penalty is in the dark room I could not see his face" ...

Just as well I thought when I heard that, maybe when you have seen the face would have run out rather than run-se.

At least that was our theory, hence it is called dark room. So do not see the envelope of what they are eating.

But let that beyond the sheer frivolity that could have here. Many times in these streets I have many thoughts in the past even I have come to a climax.

The point is that the summer was ending, as the song of summer blue, late summer ...

And it seems a cliché to say all in early September, this summer has been special, has been the summer of my life. We always hear the same thing. (I think all the summers are special but some life-changing for sure).

So now back to the quiet, the streets of sin without sin, the long nights of quiet ride, the cold waiting at the station and the hot coffee while waiting for a train at five o'clock.

Everything has an end, everything is cyclical. A powder such as kissing, touching, erections, clothes off, screaming, blowjob, more screaming, face of pleasure, insight, more shouting, masturbation and ejaculation. And when done tagline has been great. That is cyclical.

And I'm being flippant, well better make a call to the attic of Lesbos and so can do therapy. I think two hours at the computer and tried to write everything I think has led me to frivolity, which sometimes run away.

Carrión.