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I am a surrealist.
The world is my canvas.
My life my experiement.
The past 24 hours have been delightfully seperated from reality.
I had a fabulous steak, at a restaurant filled with artificial people.
I had perverted sex with a woman with silicon breasts. ( author's note: while silicon can be fun to play with, I cant understand why a woman would do it. personally, I would never date a woman with fake tits. fuck yes, date no. Women I date must above all comprehend class and style, and silicon breasts are tres tacky.)
I spent 3 hours shopping, and bought an entire new wardrobe.
Life is fabulous.... hmm that really depends how you measure it doesnt it?
Strangely as long as I can be disconnected from the reality of the world, my life is spectactular.
What problems? there are three rules in life.
Always be willing to go farther and do more than the other guy.
Someone else always has it worse off.
And everything is divine when compared to a sharp stick in the eye.
The world is my canvas.
My life my experiement.
The past 24 hours have been delightfully seperated from reality.
I had a fabulous steak, at a restaurant filled with artificial people.
I had perverted sex with a woman with silicon breasts. ( author's note: while silicon can be fun to play with, I cant understand why a woman would do it. personally, I would never date a woman with fake tits. fuck yes, date no. Women I date must above all comprehend class and style, and silicon breasts are tres tacky.)
I spent 3 hours shopping, and bought an entire new wardrobe.
Life is fabulous.... hmm that really depends how you measure it doesnt it?
Strangely as long as I can be disconnected from the reality of the world, my life is spectactular.
What problems? there are three rules in life.
Always be willing to go farther and do more than the other guy.
Someone else always has it worse off.
And everything is divine when compared to a sharp stick in the eye.