o, tits.

oh, what a pity!

the world isn´t as full of wonder as it was just a few months ago. it gets harder than watching paper airplanes glide from third floor windows or appreciating the tile on the floor in wherever you go.

i suppose it has to do with the fact that my bi-daily grain supply has come to an end. but i know the world will live again. it always does through rides in machines and trips to the bathroom to gain perspective and closing then opening your eyes.

last weekend i went to the mountain.

i sent you pictures. we drove around in the country listening to the country accents and looking for a cock fight. unfortunately we never found one. walk through a greenhouse in the middle of the night blownout.

this week i´m doing homework and nothing and falling asleep early on my girlfriend´s bed.

like a goddamn slob.

maybe i´ll see a movie later. an israeli picture. speaking of israeli pictures, i choose to leave you with a quote from will:

"Tits! Is that too much to ask from a movie? Even Schindler got some action when he wasn't saving Jews. Hell, even seeing those Israelite gals run around naked in the camp was erotic, in a very macabre sort of way--the erotics of humiliation, perhaps--and there's something joyful and almost humorous about that scene."