Like Jazz, "fun" must be "out of control" for me.

[Sparky Kronkite]

It's just not any fun - it's only nice.

So as I age I push the envelope - further - away from what has now become familiar, from what has been done. From what is now controlled.

News Years has abcome a joke to me. Nobody - well - few folks seem to share my enthusiasim for "edge of control fun."

My fantasy will seemingly never be lived out. I know this. This is life. But that does not make it any easier to take.

And it doesn't make each and every New Year's Eve party any more fun - for me.

Where are all the fun people? Where are the Hedonists? How many are there really? Not enough for me.

Another fucking New Years. At my sister-in-laws. Twister, box wine, Duritos and all of us burning of boredom by midnight........

once again. Once again.

It's fucking timeless.

 

[Silverlily]

So spill this fantasy already...

 

[Sparky Kronkite]

Oh - nothing fancy......

Just a wall to wall, many participanted, totally wild orgy - that's all.

You got one in mind?

 

[Silverlily]

Who knows, plans for the Eve of the New Year are looking awful light and I'm not that far away.


I have this thing for heights, instant turn on, ditto with speed, any ideas?