Hot or Not, Parting Thought

Granville_Cocteau wrote: »

Ad ogni pazzo piace il suon del suo sonaglio.

Every fool likes the sound of their folly. 'Tis hard to believe some people here have full-time jobs and families. American productivity at work.

Am I hot? Yes, and you are not. And I would not want you naked before me, but... I would marry you for a small fortune, which I would invest in a cabana where scantily clad bronzed women serve me potent elixirs, or perhaps a villa in Europe where the same situation would transpire with wine and figs.

Otherwise I dump you, and pass.

Here in the countryside, the leaves are turning marigold, crimson. In the woods on walks I come and go-ma non con te partiro. A turn has arrived on a path, and I take it.

And so, arrividerci. To my friends, I shall miss ye. To my enemies, I blow smoke in your face, then as you are grimacing, I spit wine in your general direction.

Though you may rush to quell my pen, Le Grand Cocteau shall strike again.

A flourish,
-G.e.C.