Goddamn Thursdays.

Goddamn rain pounding onto attic window at 4AM.
Goddamn couples kissing in glass corridors, snaked around each other, faces frantically meshed together.
Goddamn insufferably immaculate red-haired witches with perfect round breasts, ringlets, answers to all asked questions. The unasked ones also.
Goddamn hunger and body and goddamn not just BEING.