I don’t think I’ve ever in my life…

Like the guys who have those shirts “Bok Befok”

So beautiful I want to cry.

Tears of kryptonite.

They’ll run down my chieselled abs.

A fair maden will have come out of nowhere, a desert wanderer who got lost on a naked modelling shoot two days prior in the Kalahari. She will have miraculously walked into Cape Town naked and not been given any water.

I’ll bump into her at the petrol station. About to take her last breath and give up on life, she’ll see my tears running dowm my abdomen. She’lll lunge to drink them.

They’ll fall further down. She’ll rip my pants off to get to the nectar of life. My tears.

The end.

(Contrary to popular belief I don’t suffer from acid flashbacks)

(Thanks Sean vir Bloe Bulle HOOR!)