pb

the world sure is a desolate place sometimes. i don't want to make the world in my image or bend it to my indomitable will or anything...

...i just want life to be one big long sexy party. one that everybody's invited to and where the beer and hedonism flows like a neverending river through the marble halls of laughter and vice. i want warm flesh given in love and respect and reckless abandon scented with tequila and edged with dark eternal dreams. i want profound friendships forged in honor and blood oath, toasted in spilled wine and sweet tears. i want endless celebration stretching into virgin forests, across cold craggy peaks and flowing like dancing ghosts through gritty desert sandstorms. i want bloodmoney and old grudges buried and forgotten in cold ground and the ignorance of fanaticism drowned in the sweat of our earnest and all-inclusive coupling. i want as much love and warmth and nighted hours of bliss for you as i do for me and mine.

is that too damn much to ask?