“I haven’t fucked much with the past, but I’ve fucked plenty with the future. Over the skin of silk are scars from the splinters of stations and walls I’ve caressed. A stage is like each bolt of wood, like a log of Helen, is my pleasure. I would measure the success of a night by the way by the way by the amount of piss and seed I could exude over the columns that...
changing of time
gah. made me stay out till 9am the whole day. though it’s not all bad. the rings under my eyes were happy about it, i had the most yum Schnitzelsemmel ever and my clock is no longer 1h too fast.
it's thursday thursday
in case you haven’t been on the internet for like the last two weeks - here’s the masterpiece he’s refering to. 40 mio. views, man.
never thought the idea of sex could become so unhot.
waiting in front of a lecturehall forever. wondering why there aren’t a zillion people like always with introductory philosophy classes. wondering why nothing’s happening even though the lecture was supposed to start 15 minutes ago. despite all the wondering refusing to check my notes for time+lecturehall. refusing to ask anybody. after 30 minutes finally in the lecturehall. only when...
what he is singing but it sure sounds nice.
les champs elyssee