Even though I tell myself that change is exciting, necessary for the world to keep rotating, actually I hate it.
Tag: café
Estivale of Simon
Some go to dinner, others go mad…
Legend of the Bear Den
He ran both his hands down the length of his fatless, French torso and said, “it is very good for digestion.”
Fool or foulard ?
The man in the ticket office looked up, and said, “Votre accent est…” he searched for the right word, “…délicieux!”
The romantic ambitions of elderly men
Hal wanted to know what it was like to have Jegori’s penis inside him. Paris can draw out the romantic in anyone…
Chez Gladines
Gordon composes a table of the most fun peoples in the world, and I imagine a death mask made from crème caramel.
Turning Japanese
This moment, starwatching, in this wildly romantic city, was wildly romantic.
Les Deux Magots
Everyone in the café stopped, except for one woman, two tables away.
Honey-prick
“Honey-prick,” he calls from across the street, “come and have a glass of cunt juice.” He means a glass of rosé. This is how he speaks.
Israel, again
Tel Aviv, raw garlic, ghostly bats, thunderstorms, and sex with Michelangelo’s David.
Zou bisou 