Saturday, 3 December 2011


...want to do frisky things.

But I can't.

Well, can't is not the right word.

I can do anything I want.

But I shouldn't.

Do, frisky, things.


Well, maybe it is because I am usually naughty, and so being frisky is an extension of that.

Or maybe it is because I have mutilated my good self and so I am in a lot of pain.

Or it could be anything in between.

Anyhow, less frisky is not a good thing for me.

I believe in more frisky.

More is good, less is bad. Hell, more is more.

And frisky is friskily good.


Look, I am not making any sense. My frisky level is at an all time low...

1 comment:

magiceye said...

go for a ride and feel better!