A Little Substance...

“Boring damned people. All over the earth. Propagating more boring damned people. What a horror show. The earth swarmed with them.”
-Charles Bukowski

I've gotten used to waking up to the sound of roaring waves and the sight of European pussy since I stepped foot on this damn island. I've gotten used to the blazing heat and the foreign tongues. I've gotten used to the hotel and the barebacks of tanning milfs, accompanied with the nubile's nipple slip and the chest hair born on men. It's a magnificent sight to feast your eyes upon, however, a place like this doesn't give me the holiday boner that most people (usually between the young ages of: 28 - 70) have the pleasure of receiving. Alas, I am only limited to a handjob (which has become much of a lost art) and everyone else gets to be blown by this place.

I guess I have a low tolerance level for tranquility, harmony and peace. Wait, lemme rather say, I have another idea on what peace, harmony and tranquility really is. Peace...besides the odd fellatio, a cigarette in hand, please. Harmony...see that bottle of vodka on the table? Yeah, that one...that's my harmonizer. Tranquility...a mixture of all, in a busy street somewhere...or at a beach party (Hey, just coz I mentioned fellatio, doesn't mean I don't return the favour with my cunnilingual skills).

Oh, I wish I could find pleasure in the simple things...but too many people focus on the simple things, they miss the big picture. What's the big picture? Some serious wood, a little substance, a middle finger, a place called Earth and your opposite sex...and then you bang the one who cleans up after your mess.