kiteracer

proximity to hospital: 2.1 miles
number of left feet: 2
preferred material to flip into: feathers (destemmed)
chance of survival: 51%

I’m pretty sure it involves virginal sacrifice, or brown sugar.

...though first I’d have to go about finding one, purchasing one (quite a fortune I understand), and then dropping out of society to play it at the beach, near subway platforms or outside Wrigley Field after Cubs games.

The items onto which you clutch dearly must be scrutinized, photographed, catalogued and thrown off the side of your boathouse. Or sold on eBay for minor profit. Don’t sell the anchor!

I have to get out of this place before the golden age that Kurt and Jimi kicked the bucket…otherwise I just may follow suit.

Homeland of my ancestors, home of democracy, 400 years of Turkish occupation, blah blah blah. It’s just really raw. Visit the southern tips of Peloponnesos for their beaches and natural beauty. The air will reenergize your penchant for wanderlust.

I consider myself somewhat a loner, perhaps misjudged, perhaps eccentric…though I do not see myself as shy in the conventional sense. At social functions it’s not hard to put a guy smiley mask on and listen to people wax colloquial. There might even be a moment of idea-driven clarity where my smiles are genuine and I feel a real invitation to be heard and appreciated. But when the party’s over, I’ll go back to my social disconnect and watch the world burn from afar. I don’t want to be cynical or solipsistic, I just find certain orbs of non-commitment in my life as a way of survival.

i lost my shoe during thier set. that shitty experience was made up for after the show when we got to hang with serge, though he kicked me off the bus when the groupies came a’knockin for a porkin’.

It means, get off the computer right now, lethargic boy. It’s ten pm. Be up by 5:45 am. Have a productive day and poop yourself out. Repeat with consistency. Wake up, stand up. Stand up for your light.

You can become a slave to your dreams, which is not a great way to function.

Though, I have yet to feel as elated as I did thousands of light years away, as a fully conscious particle travelling through the galaxy in a lucid dream.

My fallback plan entails tending to my own olive grove in southern Greece. And growing a very large beard.

I’ve been sort of neurotic about keeping a tidy car. Vacuum, leather wipes, no rain or snow, out of the sun, smoking to a minimum, cleaner grade fuel, no piles of crap. Just clean up as you exit, and don’t leave anything work/school/life related, organize them in your place of living. If that’s not very accomodating, leave smaller items in you glove compartment, and larger items in the trunk. And get rid of that smell, good gracious.

I’ve been sort of consistent with this goal, solely because I moved back home with the ‘rents and they bang my door every morning. No alarm clock really works anymore. And I really stall at night, meandering from cigarette to cigarette. Is it stress? Is it bad indigestion?

I’d love to see the sun rise seven days in a row.

Buy all of Takashi Amano’s books, do massive research on fertilization, lighting and CO2, learn the latin names of all the beautiful aquatic plants, visit thekrib.com, aquatic-gardeners.com, and aquaticplantcentral.com.

Oh, and do a water change once in a while, will you???

Chicago should be dubbed “Exhibit City”, as there is a museum on every downtown street. I live in Chicago, and I plan on not being able to see every museum in my lifetime because of the sheer volume this city possesses. I still do the Art Institute about four times a year, though. Admission is “recommended”!