Give me a glass of whisky, and you can have my soul..



But sweetheart, I've run 100 miles.. what difference is this last one gonna make?


Running through life..

The first feel of feet on wet sand; The perfect sculpture in a drape of blue; Tresses weaving patterns in the wind; The heart's rhythm at the tenth mile; The warmth of a random whiff of subtle perfume; The silent hiss of air past the ear at 100kmph; The sound of waves crashing between the switching of songs; The burn of whisky flowing down the throat; Coffee that breaks the smell of emptiness; The shudder caused by the first touch; The blissful aura of a couple holding hands; The jitter in a well rehearsed pick up line; The incapable feeling of a drunken high; The buttery bitterness of black chocolate; The deep loud burp after a binge of gluttony; The awe that a view from a flight brings; Fishes nibbling on the fingers; The content feeling of a hug; The mindless glee of a little child; The belongingness at being held; The perception of life below from ten storeys high; Jim Morrison reciting in 'An american prayer'; The feel of flowing water; The dance of bubbles in a freshly poured mug of beer; A cold shower on a hot day; The smooth wet skin of a woman;

ah, the little pleasures of life.