one of them, being allowed to live next to families with children... and watching them grow... seems to elongate time, indefintely... i'm sometimes confused that it's friday, when i'm trapped in monday... another is washing your armpits on a hot day, and changing t-shirts, donning a hospitalier t-shirt.

but the more important joy?
eating only one meal, per day...
and eating it just before heading
off to sleep...
    some wacky recipes emerge...
sometimes including *hoisin sauce:
like last night...
i cooked some turmeric + coriander
rice... fried some bacon...
  but looking for some spring onion,
i mistook baby leeks for the onions
i was searching for...
          well, same genus,
   so it didn't really matter that much.
the point is... you eat only one meal a day,
and it's just before going to sleep?
   you wake up the next day,
rehydrate (since you've been drinking
pirate tonic - ***)
           and then...
           pièce de résistance:
       the smoothest **** to ever come out,
compared to the most lubricated phallus
  of homosexual interaction;
but for some reason, i woke up today,
to find that i was bleeding from my right year...
the pillow is blood soaked...
          then again... i don't trust the ginger ******...
i'm starting to suspect he scratched or bit my ear...
yeah, the cat.
  + listening to some gregorian chants,
  or templar cantos... like the pope said...
**** me... always the choir boys... or the women
that always seem to woo...
                then again... aby w życiu był smaczek,
raz dziewczynka, raz chłopaczek...
   i won't translate that...
   o.k., i'll summariße it... bisexualism;
      but between the pleasure of a woman moaning
and listening to the choir "boys"...
        i'd say: i'd rather listen to the latter;
and... a bachelor's dearest apoligies to express, vas (thus).