” Oh, don't ask why, Oh, don't ask why “ the Doors trigger me into the next high. We grin shamelessly at each other, always looking towards the sun in the morning. My Zsa Zsa Zsu draws me back to the garden divan with its mosquito canopy. The smell of the saltwater pool beckons, the slightly cooling breakfast laps.
But she is stronger with her sweet
I am I scent

this almost holy note of the endless, inspire you with me, it is beautiful here, because I am here, because my scent enslaves and inspires you, and her silky skin, which nothing and no one can harm, which daily becomes softer, smoother, more polished from the shores along which our love moves like a string of pearls of the That's how it should be.
We roam successfully from here to there, an old tomcat and his kitten. Nomads of addictions and lusts, stoics and bohemians on a magical mystery tour.
The entrance to the half-finished villa had not been blocked off, perhaps the owners were on vacation or, like many thanks to Covid, they ran out of money and reduced their prices by a few furs and limousines.
Better to divert money to pharmaceutical stocks. You have to keep an eye out when you're wandering along the coastal roads, the access roads are often hidden, the richer the social classes, the more often you find four to eight property owners where the security services are more modest in checking, as the owners only check on things once a year.
Or the security services are no longer able to get to the hospital in time due to the long distances.
Emma from Paysafecard writes me her useless lines for the hundredth time, sometimes in the inbox, mostly missed by the spam filter. My laziness in unsubscribing from the stupid newsletter is a special form of activism. I do this with all algorithms, I lie to them and fake interests. Until they have nonsensical, almost ridiculous data that does not reflect me at all, it is like poison for an industry that needs serious data to farm money with.
Unbooked, isolated Air BnBs are also nice places to stay. Many have full fridges and pantries, but that's just an add-on.
Oh, I can already hear them, the ones who were after quick sex, the moralists and pacifists and conformists and Christians and hormonists, I couldn't just, well, yes, it's just that, fucking shit, I'm not writing this because I want honor and loyalty, correct sheep's trotting, harnessed to the Prada carriages of the CEOs, except with her.
And with the equity on this depraved planet, yes, sorry, but are you really more Catholic than the Pope? Do you really think that anyone can honestly and fairly earn the luxury that we often see, when not too far away his fellow countrymen have to live from hand to mouth, picking bullshit in his fields, cooked in 40 degree heat with no shade?
Which you're probably letting moldy in your fruit bowl right now.
Or whatever you do for everyday life, I mean, I've never had so many drugs for nothing as when I was looking for luxury properties that weren't inhabited. Boats are a hot tip. And generally speaking, you'll hardly notice any subtle loss from these silly monkeys of life afterwards, in their decadence they hardly notice ten grams of coke or a missing Rolex.
I play geocaching with a few nomad friends and we exchange nice spots. But always wait at least a year or two before you enter it in the database, patience slap the greedies.
Emma doesn't get any hints.
Yes, of course, it's best not to mess with the Escobars of this world, but the average hedonistic assholes are so numerous that you don't have to.
Naked and marked and scarred by the night, she rolls and wraps herself around me, everything an attack on my interest in the outdoors, in browsing and checking. And writing to you, after all, you paid for it.
We, and this is with a wink, but we are Lala and Loluum, a little bit freaky, but nice.
And only evil to evil

I met her on Fetlife, my last cape of good hope after they banned me from Okcupid and I had no more money for Tinder Gold. The focus of my quest was Thailand, Philippines, the Asian Room, progressive Asian girls are the icing on the cake of the planetary system. Of course, not every Caucasian woman can be a Laurie Penny, but with all the feminist love, I'm also allowed to criticise the fact that the longing to overthrow the patriarchy is usually taken out on the wrong people.
Besides, this is literature here, it's allowed to go off the rails, to make welts, it lives from the excuse of only being a fantasy game of the possible in convoluted acrobatics, it has only barked at this sissy level since Burroughs. It describes what was, what one freely or willingly stepped into, and what one secretly wishes and thinks but will probably never dare to do.
My thing is more the immediate inbreeding with the adverse reality circus in which we are currently more than ever looking for honest ways to deal with it.
So it's Lala who stops me from swimming because I prefer to swim in her until her waterfall threatens to wash me away.
We've been experimenting for a while for what we can be for each other, both 8000 miles and travel restrictions away, both feeling very trapped and not happy with the management of the pandemic. But still rather positive, it can't last forever. Hehe, fail.
Besides, there's no need to invent a pandemic, its a joke, we've been in an endless crisis for a long time, before and after, and that's why we're working ourselves to the bone. No, no therapy sessions today. This is the gypsy flow dance.
Well, show us the way
To the next little girl
Oh, don't ask why
Oh, don't ask why Show us the way
To the next little girl
Oh...
Lala even sings along louder than I do, she's bi and only subbie and slut to me, she can be quite the mistress with girls, a Queen Lioness was her first self description. Often grumpy when she looked out of her office over Bangkok. That was my starting point, someone wants more.
Fuck your office, babygirl, let the world be our office, it was quite easy but infinitely difficult to beguile her.
But thats not a story about breaking out, dropping out, swapping the enslaved highway to hell for a Jacob may as well be in the arse pilgrimage path, I'm far too straight to the point, we presuppose such a thing as the knowledge of certain books should make footnotes unnecessary, it's not a renunciation of education, Dirty reader, everything here is full-on Steppenwolf move heading for the zero point.
We carry a rabbit money box with us, stuffed with notes and coins from all over the world. If we meet someone who could use it, we simply open the bottom and shake it, wishing them all the best.
Brazil

is not a beginner's country, but hey, even magic mushrooms are legal here, and Uruguay is very nice to rest normal from the Destiny.
Even if there is no Destiny, we like to say we felt that way. Basically it's a bit of youthful vigour with the wisdom of age grounded globetrotter revolution, we are intangible, not seriously considered, thats nice, under the radar is Steahlt Game.
If you live with mum in the basement when you hack the NSA, you shouldn't be surprised if you get found out at some point. Always on the move, even in Haus Geldes it quickly becomes clear what's important. Lala has already been educated by Netflix. I've been catching up for years on the second educational path.
That's why Lala and Loluum are also pseudonyms. Thanks to Instagram, younger Asian women all look the same to the viewer anyway and I'm a wonderfully underestimated guy, inconspicuous, zero charisma, the Invisible man.
As a couple, we naturally stand out, but we usually play photographer and model. Or wear NG0 T-shirts. Sea Sheapard is the best. Amnesty is ideal for dealing with the authorities and UNO is another good cheat.
It must also be said that in bad times, religiously stupid countries are very sensible. You can take money out of the pockets of evangelicals in particular if you press the right buttons. Lala is what I know appeared, I usually improvise and she looks distant and spooky, I bring her here to fulfil a mission from God, we want to be part of this wonderful family, this sense of community.
The more people sing, the more people die of Covid, but also the more money there is in the bosses' houses.
I'm telling you, the biggest whistles have uncorked huge sums just for coming to dinner with your colleague tomorrow. For touching her knee under the god-fearing table. Oh, the way they pant for Lala is often amusing.
People love nothing more than to see their delusions confirmed, they are not even surprised that someone confirms them. An easy take since Hahnemann.
But I don't sink into my thoughts, I sink into Lala's grotto, which is like an octopus on top of me, the ayahuasca still seems to be having an effect, it's very metapersonal what we're doing.
Always tell everyone what they tell you, say yes yes yes , with emphasis on the second yes, that's what we did with our shaman the day before yesterday, yes, it was damn beautiful structures and patterns, the jaguars animated us, we merged with jungle, beach and sea, we rode Morisson's seven mile long snake, but everything else goes in one ear and out the other and the head nods automatically.
Maybe the jaguars led us here. I'm like Satre today and she's a little Wooody Allen victim.
I remember two books from my youth that probably helped shape me, Jean Genet's Diary of a Thief, it doesn't have to end like that nowadays, with all the wonderful possibilities. And two people are a hell of a lot more fun.
The other is one that, thirty-five years on, still makes me feel enamoured to the tips of my toes with forgotten words from Jean Cocteau's Children of the Night. A model for our own elegy, for Unicorns fleeing from lockdown to lockdown and Open Borders to Open Borders from neurodiverse fragments are of course ideally suited for this Make Love in dangerous times.
But the majority is no secret, we are poly and stand by it.
Lala is a masochist, she loves pain, the shaman wanted to heal her, but she wants other forms of peace, I am not at all convinced by these De Sade singularities, but less so on Lala's part, I think that the sadist in particular is not a personality that deserves promotion.
Like a paedophile, he is a danger. You can offer friendship to almost every current and twitch of sexuality, but these two have a darkness that should not stumble into life and our time, what do all the delusional sadists do when one day, confirmed over decades in old age, they can no longer find volunteers and have too little money for professionals.
But in the filter bubbles of the communities, such questions are naturally avoided.
I can talk to Lala about this problem because she's from the other side, but she's a playful, new, greedy adult who is very aware of the monsters she attracts.
Romantic kink and yet another new wave of Lala on me that electrifies me. She rides slowly, tantrically, the sun rises, beads of sweat multiply. The floodgates open. She loves being choked, I control her breathing, everything is a slow-motion longing for the white light.
Holy 4G network, Alexa loses the connection, but music is as much a part of it as fucking drugs.
We go swimming, we cleaned the pool ourselves yesterday, we've been brought up well and know what's what. Most of the time we even water the plants. It's all give and take. We just turn the pyramid round.
