talented, but also mad from the rain: carlos manages to hold a smoke, feel up rory, and enquire as to why it's taken me so long to update this sorry web site

the fact of the matter is that i don't know why i didn't update this site for so long--nor do i understand this picture, why it was taken, what is happening, what happened after it was taken, or why i hang out with some of these "friends" of mine. as much as i like the rainy season, to which i referred above, it does bring out some strange behaviour in people.

water is the source of life. it nurtures, it buoys, it soothes, it relaxes, it engorges, it throbs, it takes life while replenishing it, it cleans the mind and body, it is the source and essence of our most intense pleasure as human beings (except for those sadists who prefer sand or leather in the orifices to orgasm in, from, and into said orifices), it is disappearing at an alarming rate, "they" say, from our planet, and it occupies nearly 75% of this planet and 80% of your body while wrapping itself in your existentialist conscience. the rainy season is good, it is bountiful, it is sexy, it is sensual, and it is, oh, so fun--changes brown to green, immobility to mobility, lethargy to rejuvenation, apathy to passion, impotence and frigidness to eros and lust, and, if not careful, sanity to insanity.

enjoy, those of you who experience the rainy season, wherever you are.