pb

i love rainstorms in hot weather because you can walk around in them, hold your palms up to them, and open your windows at night and have them lull you to sleep.

ahh, sleep. i think i've come to the point where i can have an influence on what i'll dream on a particular night. i just meditate on it as i slip away, not letting my mind wander. oftentimes i'll dream a bit about that thing, event, or person, though most of the time not in the way i intended. the mind is a playful monkey and you are at its mercy.

tell me something about yourself you think is neat enough for me to know.

then ask me a question. i'll try oh so hard to be candid, raw, and brutally honest. such is my nature. i'll even do my best, as alwyas, to make it as sensual as possible.


-pb


music: enigma (f you laugh i will kneecap you with my gatt bitch!!)

book: blood canticle, anne rice