Beauty of Korean guys

Thursday: Asked a group of non jacket wearing suits for a lighter. They invited me to play billiards and explained what the fuck was going on. There's a table with no pockets and only 4 balls on the table. Had been annoying me for a while.

Friday: Was out drinking with Henchman V3.0 when a Korean guy begins to talk to us. Could have gone awry when Hench was explaining that Korea is famous for Kimchi and men striking women in the street. The Korean guy accepted it as a discussion so it was all smooth.

When we went outside this Queen madame of hookers approached us. She told us we could all touch her tits for 180,000 won (90 GBP.) She was pretty old and witch like. Couldn't comprehend what was going on. Because she was so dirty and I'd been drinking for 11 hours I really wanted to fuck her. The Korean guy was too shy to ask how much outright. I badgered him for about 10 minutes. He explained that there were younger girls and all 3 of us will go. We explained we had no money. He explained that it was his treat.

What transpired would have been quite strange if I hadn't seen it in a Korean film before. We all went into a noraebang (singing room) together. The madame brought in beers and a bowl of fruit. Then 3 young girls came in and sat next to each of us. They held our hands. Fed us grapes like concubines, lit our cigarettes and sang songs for us. The married Korean guy was groping his on the outside and she was on his lap. Henchman had the on witht he best English so mainly talked to his. Mine put my whole pack of cigarettes in her mouth, made a strange noise and pretended to light the whole pack. On 3 separate occasions she tongued kissed me. That was the strangest part because I thoguht that wasn't possible. She kissed like a small, yappy dog. Later this girl disappeared. The old madame came in, sat next to me and placed my hands on her tits whilst rubbing my cock. I got a hard on and she squealed with delight. Telling the young gorls i had a big cock. I dont' really but compared to Asian men I obviously do.

All of them gave hand signals to each other because they wanted the Korean to buy more beer. After one hour they said "time's up" and walked off. No blow job or anything. Bizzarre.

No, I'm Alan Partridge!

My school temporarily moved me to a love motel. It's a place where young people -who invariably live with their parents until they marry- go to practice baby making. Extra-marital affairs also take place. This one is a classy affair. There are no mirrors on the ceiling, no red lights and there isn't a window allowing you to monitor people's peculiar toilet habits from the bedroom.

The room is cleaned daily. It's as if I have secret parents who are anal about hygiene. There's no down side to these parents because I never have to see them, look at their ageing faces or listen to their blithering ramblings.

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Awake
...........I
.....think about
.....................you
....so try to sleep.
.............................Sleeping
............................I dream about you
.....so try to wake up

Dreaming's
.........worse
................cause
.........we're
.....together.

...............................Waking's
.........................worse
...............................cause
.........................you're
.....................not
................................there.

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Narutain

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Never alert a girl to her beauty until after she’s been muted with varieties of autodidactic, non-manual, tactical lip salutes.
Tease intoxicate as we force feed each other's life breath.
Reciprocate this hunger.
All linear relationships get shipped to the bin.
Maybe lovers only survive a thousand kisses as our lungs writhe in despair at a rival pair pushing tree fuel down its throat.
Gossiping lungs campaign for flagging chemicals
And all because of a couple of wagging tongues.



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I'm a sawn off walking stick
That finishes at your knee.
So you always twat my head
when I'm propping you up.
The rubber tip stops me from ouching.
Can't you buy me a helmet?


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Mexican dreaming

I often dream about the Mexican girl. We are both terrified of being together. When we are around each other we feel so vulnerable, like inexperienced teenagers. The feelings we can't classify. Is it seduction that will lead to destruction or the elusive missing piece?

Dream: #001

Together we travel the roads of England. Away from the town centre where danger is rife with strife. It’s the handover time when day meets the night. Is it early evening or late evening? Neither of us has a watch to watch over. How can we verify that it’s the dream realm? The wind breathes on us strongly. It’s obvious that we are close to rough water. The wind has been snacking on sea creatures, creating halitosis. Arms wrapped around yourself. You wonder why anyone would want to live in England. This pleases me. Now it’s sunshine on the beach. Water is so deep that you feel apprehensive. I take your hand so that we wade into it together. For some reason we are laughing. Then we spot someone that we know. I feel embarrassed that I am being nice to you so I try to drown your head under the waves. Your face is so hurt when you come up. I can’t explain to you why I do it so I stare at where I think my feet are.

Dream: #002

Censored!

Dream: #003

You and Niyelli are speaking in Spanish inside a restaurant. I have a great urge to speak to you in your own language. I’m not jealous or angry that I am unable to. I go away for months to study Spanish. When I return we have a conversation in Spanish. No idea what we said.

Dream: #004

One man shouts “I am the people, I am the people.” The second person to join this is me but I can only do it in a black, American voice similar to James Brown. Soon everyone is united in this call. In the street is a giant harp which makes Indian noises. I play and soon a band joins me. Later I am looking for a prostitute. I want her to slice open my tattoos, then lick up the red water. Eventually I find one who will do it for 80,000 won. I desire it but I leave to find you. When I do you are beaming at me. We hug. Everything feels right and content.

Dream: #005

On the roof mf my building I’m thinking about my life in introspection. You appear by the side of me, giving this amazing perceptive and accurate speech about everything I was thinking about. When you finish I just look at you in awe because you are so smart.

Dream: #006

Walking through the corridors I hear your voice in the kitchen where I live so I move towards it. I’m surprised to see you there because it’s illegal to have friends over. You have a massive smile, wave me over saying “hey, hey.” Then you point at a sticker on a fridge. It has a normal man’s face but he has horns. Really excitedly you say “Press this and something amazing will happen.” I press it 4 times. Then I wake up because my phone is vibrating. I answer the phone and it’s you.

Dream: #007

You have straight hair. It looks really weird. Like half a monkey.

Dream: #008

You are with me but I’m a different person. My skin is tanned, I have black hair. Maybe I’m latino. I tell you that I want to visit a hooker and if you will wait downstairs for me. The hooker is wearing leather and has blonde hair. She laughs at me. I pay her money but say I don’t want to have sex with her. Is there anywhere I can go to sleep? In my mind I want you to think I have spent a really long time with the hooker to make you jealous. When I go into the sleeping room they lock the door and trap me.

Then me and you are walking down the street together. This time it’s my usually face and body. You’re worried about the first me who is still with the hooker. A limousine pulls up. The man is wearing a suit with sunglasses and looks really dodgy. He tells you that the first me is waiting for you and he’ll give you a ride. You start to go but I’m pulling you back, begging you not to go because I don’t trust them. I fall to my knees, you knock me down and go into the limousine.

I possess the memories from the first me and the normal me so I know something wrong is going to happen. I convince myself that they have kidnapped you. Their plan is to keep injecting you with free heroin until you are addicted. Then once you are desperate for it they will charge extortionate amounts. Unable to pay you will be forced to work for them as a hooker.

I form a gang to rescue you and we find where they are keeping you. All the people their have machine guns. My gang is unarmed so we have to run away. I phone your dad -who obviously being Mexican has lots of guns- an he flies over with some sketchy amigos. We break into rescue you. You are wearing a gimp outfit like from pulp fiction. You’re addicted to heroin but you hadn’t started selling your body yet.