Silly thoughts

Extracted proud centaur and doves pride '17

Someone came to me to tell me that “Jesus loves me”. I asked for this Jesus’ number since I haven’t seen him on grndr yet

 

Ok. It’s the year of the rooster in the Chinese lunar year. My friend Wolfgang who is an adamant believer in the male member wants it to be corrected “It should be the ‘Year of the Cock!’

 

Who needs a Ferris wheel when you have a Neapolitan taxi driver? 

 

I just found out that the sweet 86 year old woman I met yesterday is a virgen.  Why does that thought preoccupy my mind?  I have given that three letter word far too much power I think.

 My thoughts. I am in the center of Naples and thinking deep thoughts. Why does Vesuvius loom

over the city so?  Is it a reminder of how fragile life is? Are the Italians right in building these amazing beautiful cities and letting them rot?   You can bet someone is getting rich off of this. The Neapolitans complain about the way that tourism has gone off of the roof. Partly due to those assholes isis. Tunisia, Egypt, Lebanon and most of Northern Africa have lost tourism because of their ridiculous show of machismo.  Who suffers?  Muslims.  That money that they used to get from tourism is going right back into isis’ funding. Someone once told me isis is funded in part by the mafia. I thought how absurd. But thinking further. Who knows.  Isis provides drugs and the mafia funding.  If that were true. That would mean the incredible corruption that follows Italy throughout its existence which is somehow intertwined with the mafia brings the money to the corrupt and their accomplices. Who are reaping the benefits of this incredible boost in tourism?   The money is not being invested in the infrastructure of the city. Venice still looks like it is sinking. Rome unfortunately does not look any cleaner so where is that money going?  To Isis.

 

Every time that pain comes which is every other minute. I remind myself that one day: There will be no need to reminisce, no self loath, no need for you, no excuses for life, no tears, inner or outer, no you, no me, I will be and have no need to go down that terrible road to make myself feel alive. 

 

 

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