Qui est sans regret?

Holy Guacomolee, what a shit mood I've been in. Shits ya right up yer nose. So what are these emotional rollercoaster trips from one low end to a phenomenal high. What's with people being nice to you upon the prospect of not seeing ya for a period of time ───indefinite, one hopes?

I can't cope with the sticky sugary stuff people sludge at me. Unusual. And unrecommended for one's sakeness. It's too sweet.

Suppose things remain the way they have been ... would I have been happier?

Nah, it ain't. Heck if now isn't the answer, it'll be never. As the French say «c'est l'occasion ou jamais» simple as that!

Ben ... suis-je prêt? C'est un grand, en fait serait-it le plus grand voyage que je ne fasse jamais?

Alors qui sait?




Out there all alone like the fella on the pic.

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To the person I adore most:

I want not a thing but a stolen kiss under the stare of the mighty Colosseum.

See you v soon my sweet fragola.

Voilà ... Ti bacio forte
G.H.