let's finish you off.....

there's probably no hiding behind the fact that i got a lil s&m in me, loving to get teased and abused. and when u hear things like "let's finish you off"...it's empowering to be empowered by....and so in this new era of NOT being controlled, i've finally unleashed my tastebuds to fully exploring the culinary delights of taiwan. i've gone years of not enjoying local taiwanese cuisine (probably the only person you'll ever hear say that), to almost a complete 180 of finding some damn good delectable treats in blatant niches in my everyday stomping ground. this guan dong zhu place i had with jeff last night was daayam tasty. will have to get drunk in order to retrace my route to find it. take pictures and update. kekeke...

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i'm pretty random...but i've been waking up with random thoughts these past few days....yesterday....i had this song stuck in my head 酒干倘賣無


a few days before that.....i thought of john du and larry imiting these lines...


Lt. Col. Frank Slade:
Ooh, but I still smell her.

[inhales deeply through nose]


Lt. Col. Frank Slade:
Women! What can you say? Who made 'em? God must have been a fuckin'
genius. The hair... They say the hair is everything, you know. Have you
ever buried your nose in a mountain of curls... just wanted to go to
sleep forever? Or lips... and when they touched, yours were like...
that first swallow of wine... after you just crossed the desert. Tits.
Hoo-ah! Big ones, little ones, nipples staring right out at ya, like
secret searchlights. Mmm. Legs. I don't care if they're Greek
columns... or secondhand Steinways. What's between 'em... passport to
heaven. I need a drink. Yes, Mr Sims, there's only two syllables in
this whole wide world worth hearing: pussy. Hah! Are you listenin' to
me, son? I'm givin' ya pearls here.


John Milton:
Let me give you a little inside information about God. God likes to
watch. He's a prankster. Think about it. He gives man instincts. He
gives you this extraordinary gift, and then what does He do, I swear
for His own amusement, his own private, cosmic gag reel, He sets the
rules in opposition. It's the goof of all time. Look but don't touch.
Touch, but don't taste. Taste, don't swallow. Ahaha. And while you're
jumpin' from one foot to the next, what is he doing? He's laughin' His
sick, fuckin' ass off! He's a tight-ass! He's a SADIST! He's an
absentee landlord! Worship that? NEVER!