Blah 16: Not minding
Walking around the Copenhagen airport, killing time before my flight to Paris, I check out the girls in the area. I say to myself “I wouldn’t mind,” every other...
Walking around the Copenhagen airport, killing time before my flight to Paris, I check out the girls in the area. I say to myself “I wouldn’t mind,” every other...
19 years old. Reminds me of that time. “19 + 9,” we used to say. “9 months in the womb and 19 years of your life, jerking off.” Me and my friends were all ninet...
She was an unstoppable force “Leviathan,” I called her in my mind … Unstoppable until she crashed into me. The Writer listens to an old song from Da...
My ass hurts. The price of, seemingly, being normal. Or feeling normal. Or pretending to be normal, to the point in which it doesn’t look as fucking unnatural a...
“I am a man of simple taste who likes complex women.” I’m sitting on the train, the sun hitting my face through the window. Trying not to fall asleep, I look at...