into the blender
Been there, doing that. Old enough to know (how, better).
Love, laughs, smiles, light, dancing. Oh, wait...you mean...er-r-r-r...like fuckin'? Yeah. FUCK, yeah! But it's better if the other stuff is all mixed in.
Blood, shit, piss, puke, lies, pain, misery. All that stuff that reminds me of work. Except for "lies" I can deal with the other stuff pretty well.
"Bab Aziz," "La Strada," "Being There," "Dodes'ka Den," "Akira," "Paprika," "Wizard of Oz," "Happiness," Chaplin, Marx Brothers, Brother's Quay, Windsor McCay, and...Al Parker in pornland
Walking, takin' purty pictures, dancing (if you want to call it that), sex, listening to stuff, reading, taking my sock monkey, Mr. Bitters, out for walks and trying to explain "Life" to him. He has no external genitalia so it's not all fun and games.
Johnny Cash singing "Hurt," Ramones "I Wanna Be Sedated," Diana Krall singing "A Case of You," Annie Lennox singing "Why," Bryan Ferry singing "Avalon," Antony & the Johnsons singing "Cripple and the Starfish," Preisner's "Requiem For My Friend," Susana Baca's album "Eco de Sombras," Subtle's "Mercury Craze," Atronautalis, "Oceanwalk," Ryuichi Sakamoto, Diamonda Galas, Nirvana, CocoRosie, on and on...
Cookie Mueller's "Walking Through Clear Water In a Pool Painted Black," Chris Ware's "Jimmy Corrigan: The Smartest Kid on Earth," Spencer Holst's story, "The Lovers," Isabelle Eberhardt, "The Oblivion Seekers."
I'm a light social drinker