Thanks about the pic comment I might do another suicideboys set wearing it but a navy costume just gives too much of a gay stripper vibe i think...haha.
Why is it that everytime S answers a question he quotes The Prophet?
I asked what he was doing last weekend. The conversation went a little like this:
Me: Yo, what's going down?
SW: The sea that calls all things unto her calls me, and I must embark
M: I didn't know you sailed. When are you going?
S: Yet I cannot tarry longer.
M: Tonight? Wow, I'm glad I caught you. So what have you been up to, man? I haven't seen you in a while.
S: You have walked among us a spirit, and your shadow has been a light upon our faces
M: I've missed you too. I'm heading out to Hot Pink tonight. You wanna go?
S: Of the good in you I can speak, but not of the evil.
M: I know you hate that place and you'd rather not speak of it.
S: For it is his to fill your need, but not your emptiness.
M: Yah, that's why I'm going. I have to fill my need for some sweet ass.
S: Your soul is oftentimes a battlefield, upon which your reason and your judgment wage war against passion and your appetite.
M: True, true. There's two girls that go there that I've been hitting on but I don't know if I should try to get with both of them or go with the one that I think would give it up sooner.
S: Surely you would not honour one guest above the other; for he who is more mindful of one loses the love and the faith of both
M: So you're saying I should try to get them to go into a three-way?
S: I would have you consider your judgment and your appetite even as you would two loved guests in your house
M: Yah, a three-way would be nice.
S: Therefore let your soul exalt your reason to the height of passion; that it may sing.
M: It would be pretty hot sex. I'd just feel bad about it because I really do like them.
S: Oftentimes in denying yourself pleasure you do but store the desire in the recesses of your being.
M: You're a wise man, S.
S: And your body is the harp of your soul.
M: Why thanks, man. I always thought so as well.
S: Less hasty am I than the wind, yet I must go.
M: Ok, brother. I'll see you later.
S: Yea, I shall return with the tide.
M: Cool, I'll see you when you get back.
S: Fare you well, people of Orphalese.
M: I'm from Phoenix, but whatever, man.
S: Forget not that I shall come back to you.
M: Ok. See you. [Hang up]
Does it sound lame to say 15 years is a good life? When my mum's cat died I as at least comforted by the fact they lived a good time.