about me.. May 7, 2008

i aint so good at small talk. i dont have small thoughts. my visions are grandiose, ridiculous. in fact, they are eating me alive.

i CHOOSE to compensate these lonely and overwhelming nightmares with simple pleasures. i do absolutely nothing for days on end, and you’re not invited. i’m a champion pacer, carving paths all across this beautiful country. today, i’ll walk in circles. tomorrow, the infinite figure eight. i enjoy long, fluid conversations with inanimate objects.  i adore the ocean, and find no time wasted by staring into the tide for days, waiting for the next great species to crawl out and conquer us all. art is the only language i dare to listen to. but i have little response for art that stands alone fingering it’s pussy because it feels good. unless, of course, someone is actually standing alone fingering their pussy. cause that would be kinda awesome. give me sacrifice. give me blood. let me know that i am feeling something that i will still feel tomorrow. make someone vomit on their shoes.

i’m sort of a nice person. despite the countless horrific massacres i’ve stood witness too, i believe people have good intentions, as selfish as they may seem. however, this non-reactionary, non-judgmental path i so desperately cling too often appears as a blank canvas, allowing the graffiti of all the sins in the world. but i believe in truth, in the most cosmic sense, and i think people falling on their face is funny, in the most vaudeville sense, and if my laughter strikes the wrong chord as i wait for the the next rainstorm to baptize me free, then find me guilty.

i love my dog, lush-green forests (and the critters that live inside of them), amateur boy porn, good coffee, my summer wardrobe, and friends that stay out of my shit.

oh, and i smoke too much.

cheers.