Meta.

I know. You could be my mentally bad boy fuck. There will be others, that is a v difficult inquiry to give answer to whether they will be any or whether there will be plenty [think more of the latter if u know me well]. Nevertheless, there is a plan, a vision in my head which stipulates that you could be a real great fuck. Particularly when tattooed like that bad ass of Lana's, driving an SUV mercedes I once saw upon returnin. That's a plan for the near future, something that motivates me to live. Something which provides that certain kind of elan vital upon each memory retrieval. There are opportunities which need to be exploited. I may have not done anything spectacular, anything ground-breaking today but I do not care when my neurons generate bold illuminations in the tense future perfect.

Then, there's this guy. He may be geekish [yeah, I do reckon you might have already recognized whom it concerns but nvm] but carming and so, so great time-with-spender. He may be shy but I am fond of crossing the borders [been there done that, it's in my resume] and also of pushing somebody else's limits to see how far can I go.It is winter. The most innovative winter of my life so far. He's gonna be mine. I'll enchant him. It is going to be extremely metaphysical so as to quote him.