Total Pageviews

Monday, December 12, 2011

All Coffee-ed Out

     One problem with writing in the cafe is there is only so much coffee I can drink, and it is a pain to be buzzed into the bathroom all the time.
     Coffee goes right through me.
     My session is almost done at this point, and I haven't even played Monopoly Millionaires yet on facebook.  I definitely have to do that before I go.
     One thing is for sure, it is hard to think about The Universe when you have to squirt.  Every second I get reminded of how bad I have to go.
     brb

* * *
    There is a cute girl, young and blond and sweet looking, and at second glance, she has the side of her head shaved, with a tattoo on the side of her head.
     Her face is so innocent, but maybe she has some other things going on.
     I drew a picture of her.
     I would like to photograph her, but that would be rude.

     I don't draw as many girls in the cafe as I used to.  It is kind of rude to be staring at them and capturing their image, especially if I can see through their clothes.
     I am The Man with The X-Ray Eyes.  I can see through all women's clothings.
     He would be a great character in Space Journey Battles.
     I want to write about him.
     I can just make him born with this ability.  Maybe he tells no one.
     It would be rad to have his brain wired up to a camera device, so he could just photograph anybody he wanted.
     Perhaps his vision would be strong enough to look through walls.  That would be rad.

* * *
     The cutie with the tattoo on the side of her head looks around 19.  I can't read what her tattoo says.  It almost seems to me like it says 'HugLife', which would be cuter than having it say some kind of gang thing, which would be repulsive to me.
     She is talking to some dork with a S.F. hoodie, a baseball hat, and a cheesy mustache.
     She wears a long, white sweater coat.

     What is nice with writing is I can do the same thing as I would do with my drawing, except no one can see what I am writing about, because people don't like to read much anymore.
     Pictures can be seen much easier than words.

     Meanwhile, I just saw another cutie walk by in stretchy, black yoga pants.  I could see the surging curves of her buttocks.  I love when the form really shows up well in three-dimensional space.  It makes it so much better than looking at a photo.  It is the depth. 
     The real thing is always better, except it isn't easy to make a woman sit still unless you pay her to model for you.

     I used to pay women to come over and model for me.  Those were good times, but they just wanted the money, they never wanted me, and that was sad, so I quit doing that.
     I got some good drawings out of it, but I can't post them on this blog.  I can only put them on my 18 and over blog, because Americans are freaks about nudity and nakedness, and I don't even see it as a big deal.

     Every actress who goes through Hollywood, well, most of them, at some time or another, model nude, and have pictures taken of them.  Most of the time, it is good for their careers.  It certainly gives them publicity.
     Hey, when guys watch actresses, they want to feel like they know them, and the only way to do that is to see pictures of them naked.

     I am sorry if you don't like my thoughts or ideas, but it isn't my problem.
     No one is forcing you to read this, you can read anything you want at any time, I'm not stopping you.

     Dang, it is time to go, but I am all coffee-ed out. 
     It happens.

No comments:

Post a Comment