A MIND COMPLETELY BITTEN BY THE SERPENT OF SEX "You may think that the Grand Tour is about politics, & culture, & art, and you would be quite right; but it is also about gambling, and drinking, and sex. Particularly sex."
More than ever I can become pure Priapism. I have not even started. Now I must re-boot and start again. I have the —– now, and I am free of the infection, and I have more money than ever before. And I am free. This can become the start of the most rampant time in my life. I started using the —– last summer but at one and same time, chance or not, was crippled by this pox. At same time I got new job with more money. Only now I have beaten the infection can I start my rampant life for real. Inna and Mariana were just the start of it.
That Alphonse Mucha poster actually does remind me why I travel, and the mood I need to keep myself in when I do so. Jeunes filles. 2pm wake from another strange Brexit tinged dream, army of bureaucrats charged with enacting the Brexit try to stick to pure leavers or remainers, but impossible as so many people torn even in themselves, so just let everyone enact it and then I felt the increased Priapic power of going ahead and f–king anyway.
Max Wednesday, Thursday, Friday nights £123, just £41 a night! Eurofuckingstar though £234 !!!!! The hotel is as cheap as it can be. God, I love wearing my trousers without underwear. Feels so sexy. 0518 My —- only looked very slightly red, and my cock nice and swollen, thinking about that busty Russian girl I rescued from —— basement that time. Thinking of dropping in to see Luna later on way to work! God these trousers stink! Of sweat and cum. If I am going to get killed by the jihadis anyway might as well keep running up my debt and having as much pleasure as fast as I can before it happens. I now think there is a very good chance I will die in Brussels. If I am going to die then better I suppose? to die pursuing pleasure, pursuing Priapism. Oh check my pills!
Head feels like it is going to explode with dissatisfaction and frustration, debts, no money, no saving. Just looking at the Ladies Day Aintree pictures restores my spirit. Nothing better than pure Priapism, pure worship of the penis. Cut down the drinking in Brussels and Vienna to enjoy this more.
OH THAT NEW PLACE IN BRUSSELS I HAVE TO TRY! LOOKING FORWARD! REMEMBER TO CONCENTRATE ON PURE PRIAPISM ON THIS HOLIDAY. LET EVERYTHING BE MADE TO SERVE PURE PORNOGRAPHY & PROSTITUTION, AND PERSISTENT ERECTION OF THE PENIS. Avoid drinking beer at St Pancras Wednesday morning; just have a coke.? Problem is I get there so early. Take a crossword. A good book. Have breakfast! How about that! Is there a Wetherspoon’s near there? Station Cafe. Might set my tummy off though.