If it were permissible, I would wander about the world with a beautiful women on my arm and a book in my bag. We would spend spring time in France, the summer and autumn in Azerbaijan and the winter in Guatemala. That would be the first year only, of course. I would only go back somewhere twice if it was enchanting enough. My girl and I, would try all the foods of the world and laugh when we had something that disagreed with us. It would be a dream. She and I would read in every place we went and more importantly, learn of the writers who had written there before. It would be splendid and romantic and several other generic adjectives. Oh, how much happier I (think I) would be. And of course, my lovely girl would fall more deeply in love with me as our travels continued; we would make love in the most fabulous places. How perfect, how divine it would all be. If only, if only...
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What Happens when I let my Brain Throw Up Words
Non-FictionI sometimes just write things without thinking. They often turn out to be self involved bull shit but hey, that doesn't mean I don't want you to read them.
