riding my bicycle, repairing bicycles, growing plants, greens, my strada, spoken and written romance languages, master cleanse, push-ups, sit-ups, nudity, wine, harbin hot springs, surfing, travel, walking around in foreign countries, g, kombucha, snowboarding, cheese, cooking, dinner parties and culinary disasters, daft questions, climbing, climbing trees, rock climbing, running really fast, walking, my guitar, my piano, my accordian, reading books, singing in the shower...
you
"on ne choisit ni son origine, ni sa couleur du peau, comme on rêve d'une vie de chateau, quand on vit le ghetto.",
"whatcha want bucky done gun.",
"reach for the stars so if you fall you land on a cloud.",
"coupable ou non-coupable, s'il doit se mettre à la table.",
"be kind to me or treat me mean. i'll make the most of it. i'm an extraordinary machine.",
"baby squeeze my lemon, til the juice run down my leg, oh baby squeeze my lemon, til the juice run down my leg.",
"you don't have to watch dynasty, to have an attitude.",
"ella, ella, ella, eh, eh, eh",
"maybe i'm just used too, maybe i'm just used to, maybe i've just used too much.",
"je crois que je ne t'aime plus, elle m'a dit ça hier, entre le fromage et le dessert, comme à mon cadavre à la mer.",
"je vous souhaite, tout le bonheur du monde, et que quelqu'un vous tend la main.",
"what's the frequency kenneth?"
"this is how it works, you peer inside yourself. you take the things you like, and try and love the things you took. and then you take that love you made, and stick it into some, someone else's heart, pumping someone else's blood. on the radio, you'll hear november rain, the solo's awfully long, but it's a good refrain. we'll listen to it twice, cuz the dj is asleep. on the radio, on the radio. buh duh duh duh duh.",
"i come from the old town baby, too late for you to save me, if i remain, then i'm to blame.",
"c'est sûr qu'on a perdu la guerre.",
"i am the warrior."
"i have a mandolin, i play it all night long, it makes we want to kill myself...i went out to the forest and caught, a hundred thousand fireflies, as they ricochet round the room, they remind me of your starry eyes...why do we keep shrieking, when we mean soft things, we should be whispering all the time..."
not really in to any movies right now...
i dislike television.
salinger, baudelaire, verlaine, duras, borges, sedaris, coehlo, gide, flaubert, hemmingway, dahl, stendahl, guène, neruda, vian, bourroughs, pollan, de beauvoir, rousseau, coppé, wright, steinbeck, padgett, st. exupery, tolkien, carroll, denevi, poniatowska...
aint no fish in my pond...yet