Sheets malfunction, a view 2 die 4, Amsterdam and my wife's in Berlin.

The sheets on my bed do not match the paint on the wall. But it doesn't really matter, still I wish I hadn't boughten the lime green ikea sheets, or the one with pictures of food and chinese letters that forms graphic lady with out any face, just the body. Kinda turns me of, like the smell of rotten food or fake people. Well, I love that I just have to walk five steps and Iam out smoking, meditating, jumping running, dancing on the big garden and a swimming pool. It is perfect in all ways, but those fucking sheets. The room is blessed with 2 windows, sky, blue, white and greens are the colors witch I can see right now, some red too.

 On Tuesday I go to Amsterdam, I wish I could go with my wife to Berlin 2, but quality time with my family is funk 2,  Also the meetings, business and so on. Not 2 mention the deep relaxation and pot, mixed with clubbing and a shot, or 2. Paradise on Earth, the water in a newly flushed toilet. The sparkling water I stream in my soda, or the salty ocean breeze, pacific. My car, my perfume, my sweat. The Sugar in sweet.