Waves After The Doors Close
Tonight was pretty much a drag and wasted time that could have been better spent but let me tell you, tonight if we were inside ‘Waves’ nightclub I would have been the happiest man alive. You don’t understand the beauty that adorned the aftermath and so much gorgeous females standing out the front at 3:00 a.m. When Shawn, Tatton, Ralf and I arrived and jumped out of the car we were greeted with a flurry of little fights that broke out.
The one that I was proud to look over was a cat fight and as I stood next to some guy that was pretty much a total stranger we commented about the girls. There was a blonde bombshell in a red skirt dress and along with her immaculate face, blonde flowing straight hair, long styled legs and that oh so beautiful red dress she had a very decent sized amount of boobs on her, at least size C.
Her breasts were noticeably large for her skinny body and her bra was almost torn off as she was involved in the cat fight, jumping around and trying to hit some other girl over the head.
The Girl In Blue
Still we walked around viewing more and more beauties by the truck full and we vowed to each other that next Saturday will be our night of glory, our night at ‘Waves’ once again, where everyone knows everyone except for us. There was another blonde beauty who was the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen. Forget everyone else I’ve mentioned here, this girl was the ultimate bomb. She had elegance, style, grace and looking upon her small figure with magnificent blonde hair you would think yourself crazy for seeing her glow.
All I can remember of her dress was that she had a blue skirt that was see through with floral embroidery and underneath was the rest of the blue short skirt. Her legs were halfway between tanned and white and her face, oh my god, her face was that of heaven itself. Knowing she wasn’t of heaven, her walk signified charisma as she paced her way over to the car.
This was not a walk of grace, as if she was gliding with her blue skirt fluttering in the collected breeze that touches so softly her pure skin. Blonde and straight flowing was her hair, skinny was her body, blue were her eyes, breasts were just the right size, legs of pure bliss, these are the characteristics that I love so much of a woman’s appearance. As far as the mind goes, I love a woman that appears almost as a virgin, pure in a sense that I am her first for everything.
What I Look For
Someone with innocence and that does not flaunt what is so flauntable. Someone with obvious intellect, trusting, loving and discerning of my beliefs. If you look upon Clover, Jewell and then Lyssa there is a certain aspect in the three of them that carries on from each girl. That aspect is vulnerability in love and that vulnerability is what I love, it brings out the shyness, something that I can help cease and bring out a part of me by taking away that vulnerability and placing there trust.
A Night Gone Flat
Tonight was a fucked night since Lyssa and I had our last conversation. I tried giving her a call back but as her brother answered the phone she was already gone, most probably with Bielka because she didn’t call me back all through the night. Keith and Shawn came to pick me up and when they did we made our way to see Tatton at Mobil in Ingleburn. While we jumped out of the car he drove off to visit Tamsen and told us he would be back soon.
While there we chatted with Tatton about the night and he let me buy some food that cost $4 for a mere 20 cents. Still in my shorts and black shirt we had no real idea what we were doing, bad planning I guess. Keith took his time but he showed up half an hour or more later. In that time people kept popping in and out looking pretty dressed up and delectable for the night.
Memories From The Old Street
Spotting a cover of an R Rated magazine I noticed a blonde girl there who was barely 18 years old who had a resemblance to Katya. Katya is probably 24 years of age now and we knew her from living on Keith’s street a couple of years back. She was pretty hot and known for just that on Keith’s street, she also knew Felicity. On her last day before she headed off Keith and I invited ourselves over to her house and while there we talked with each other, visited her bedroom and she openly talked with us about sex.
Keith thinks that she wanted me badly that night and being 16 years old I can’t really understand why but she was slapping me on the butt with a fly squatter and it did feel like she wanted Keith out of the room.
If something did happen that night I would have been the happiest man alive behind going out with that blonde goddess I had seen at ‘Waves’ whom I will call ‘Catalina’. Alas, Keith as he still is wants in on the action and he won’t leave well enough alone. Mr. want to see everyone’s dick and asks people to flash on every video we’ve recorded.
Diary Of A Mad Chaos is a daily diary written from March 1996 until today, of which individual books and book series have been created, namely “The Lost Years” an exploration of young, entwined love, the “Wubao In China (猎艳奇缘)” book series which provides an extensive comparative analysis of the cultural differences between Eastern and Western societies, and the book titled “Foreigner (华人)” an exploration of race relations in Australia.
