Book: women. Page 1

I infant; I do not.

Hard to get drunk when half the world makes an effort to get drunk with you.

In all our plans there are holes.

More than half my life is spent in beds that are more suitable for earthworms.

Pulled down her sheet. That huge breast. She is half of the Breasts were composed.

I started to drink. Just the stars are not right.

I - a drunk, spoiled rotten asshole with a very tiny minor fame.

I drank more wine. I was ready to clear the air myself and burn it all with fire. Now you have to sit and wait. I was getting worse. Depression, suicide was often the result of improper diet. But I eat well. If the body is not eaten, the mind is also hungry.

I poured myself more wine. I didn't understand what happened with my life. I lost sophistication lost its worldly secularism, has lost its hard protective shell. Of people's lost sense of humor. I wanted it all back. Let everything comes to me easily. But somehow I knew that nothing will come back, at least immediately. I doomed to the pangs of conscience and insecurity.

The writing is forgotten. The meeting pushes him too far-not yet completed. Writing is the same - only its residue. Only to feel as real, a man a woman doesn't need but a few to know never hurts. Then, when the affair will turn sour, man will understand what it's like to be truly lonely and crazed, and knows what he eventually has to face when it comes to his own end.

I thought of the splits - what are they difficult, but again, usually, after parting with one woman, meets another. I need to taste women to earnest to learn them, to get inside. In my mind I can invent men as such, but women literaturethe almost impossible to know them first as it should. So I am studying them as you can find in people.

I have no sense of direction. I always have nightmares that I lost somewhere. I'm probably from another planet.

We were all somehow insane. Even dogs and cats are crazy - and the birds, and postmen and street whores.

I like your ass and your hair. And your lips, and eyes, and thy wine, and your apartment, and jambs. But I order no.