That was not sex. That was naked poetry.





I'm in love with this man, immensely.



I used to feel bad for assholes who were in love with Tv shows. There can be nothing worse than being in love with something on television. I've become one of those assholes now. Under the same spell, this is what I've been saying to myself, to convince. He's not another jack. He's a writer. So what if he's a writer in a show. The actor becomes unreal in the character. The character does not become unreal in the actor, so said dear Sartre. I say, shut the fuck up and soak into the goodness of  them motherfuckaaas. 

What do you get when you mix sex, drugs, writing, rock 'n roll and a plethora of emotions all entwined with hedonism?

Californication.

I've never been gay for a television show. Not until I saw a nun give a head to this writer at a chapel. Don't get me wrong, I'm asexual to the very end but this show has something that has positively changed me from,
"Let's read a book, after work to unwind after a long day." to, "I'll fucking enjoy Moody and a cup of tea better."I don't mean to say that I put Tv before reading but this particular show does it for me. I don't wish to see entire season together, I like to keep it slow. Too much of Runkle starts getting to you after a bit.
Fuck, this just proves, amongst a million other things that I am going through right now, all I consider doing is writing about Moody and the gang. This show is quite something.

Anyhow, this is one of those posts/announcements that I won't, in all likelihood, regret even after a couple of years. This won't make me awkward/embarrassed to list my choice. No. I wish I could spend more time being drunk and writing all about it. Sarcastic much. Yes.

“The fact that people seem to be getting dumber and dumber. You know, I mean we have all this amazing technology and yet computers have turned into basically four figure wank machines. The internet was supposed to set us free, democratize us, but all its really given us is Howard Deans aborted candidacy and 24-day access to kiddie porn. And people, they don’t write anymore. They blog, instead of talking they text, no punctuation, no grammar. Lol this, lmfao that. It just seems to me that it’s just a bunch of people pseudo communicating with a bunch of other stupid people in a language that resembles more what cavemen used to speak than the kings english.”

—	Hank Moody, Californication.