brilliant daze, sunlight drenched i wander the early morning beach scape with trusty dog pan, we don't know what the day will bring, we don't care, we have our moment peace watching waves and contemplating the vast open skies.
i have a big day ahead, i do some laundry in my bath, it's gruelling washing in a bath tub, getting the soap out and squeezing all your clothes let me tell you. you're lucky you have machines and wives and husbands to help you, i been doing it alone for 10 years, with occasional intermissions from various girls who come along, but i do like my independence from the meddling hands of lovers who think they know how my furniture should look, what clothes i should wear, how i should eat and what social events i should attend, i fucking hate all that social shit, being nice and playing weird insincere games with people when all you really want to do is smoke some weed, seduce their wives, steal their car and leave em hating you. actually their wives are just cloned androids, i prefer having a decent conversation about something meaningful rather than flip flop my way through the idiot topics of sports, food, what i did at the weekend, let's cut the shit and shoot straight.
anyways i'm daydreaming about some tropical girls with coconut oil and skimpy bikinis when the next best thing comes along and we have a drink in the sun, she's insanely gorgeous this morning and i'm trying hard not to drool, thinking about anything to distract myself, but all i can do is think very bad thoughts. the talk this morning is about, err babies, cruises, trips and doctors but i'm wishing she wasn't leering down with that cleavage, all smelling good and soft. mental discipline is sliding all over the place, thank god she has to drive away in the nick of time, before i blurt out some crazy idea or ruin something that i really love having in my life.
now i'm off to swim 10 laps.