pizza, pot, pussy, poetry, prose, esoterica
...."Since we all create our habitual reality-tunnels, either consciously and intelligently or unconsciously and mechanically, I prefer to create for each hour the happiest, funniest, and most romantic reality-tunnel consistent with the signals my brain apprehends. I feel sorry for people who persistently organize experience into sad, dreary and hopeless reality tunnels, and try to show them how to break the bad habit, but I don't feel any masochistic duty to share their misery."
-Robert Anton Wilson"Men are admitted into Heaven not because they have curbed & governd their Passions, or have No Passions, but because they have Cultivated their Understandings. The Treasures of Heaven are not Negations of Passion, but Realities of Intellect, from which All the Passions Emanate Uncurbed in their Eternal Glory. The Fool shall not enter Heaven let him be ever so Holy. Holiness is not the Price of Entrance into Heaven. Those who are cast out are All Those who, having no Passions of their own because No Intellect, Have spent their lives in Curbing & Governing other People's by the Various arts of Poverty & Cruelty of all kinds."-from "A Vision of the Last Judgement", William Blake
I'd like to meet:
Jesus, Tom Waits, the grandmaster of the Priory of Sion, your mom, Bruce Springsteen, some beautiful, intelligent, artsy young lady who wants my babies & a white picket fence either that or an experimental role-playing nympho sugar mama either that a cute little schoolgirl but that's all only if I can't meet the girl of my dreams & live happily ever after never leaving our bedroom except to walk along the rainy Oregon beach with rest of the world far, far away or blown away by terrorists...someone who I can drink lots & lots of white wine with while reading eachother poetry or Henry Miller or Jack Kerouac novels all night while it rains outside our window and candles burn dripping wax into the carpet...
Music:
Springsteen, the Grateful Dead, Bob Dylan, Neil Young, Pearl Jam, Leonard Cohen, John Prine, Tom Waits, Pink Floyd, the Doors, Guns n' Roses, the Beatles, the Stones, the Who, Zeppelin, U2, Jackson Browne, New Riders of the Purple Sage, Paul Simon, the Eagles, Bob Marley, Lou Reed, Louis Armstrong, Chopin, Violent Femmes, etc
Add Bruce Springsteen to your page.......
Movies:
Henry & June, Taxi Driver, Life Aquatic, Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas, Strange Brew, Where the Buffalo Roam, Spun, The Wall, the first Muppet Movie, Broken Flowers, Down by Law, Night on Earth, Star Wars, Indiana Jones, Batman, the Doors, Bloom, Don't Look Back, Blow, Hair, Grease, Star Trek II: The Wrath of Kahn, The Last Time I Committed Suicide, Jay & Silent Bob Strike Back, Fight Club....
Television:
South Park, Family Guy, the Simpsons, Seinfeld, Cheers
Books:
my own books, Tropic of Cancer, Tropic of Capricorn, anything else by Henry Miller, the Bible, the Tao te Ching, Morals & Dogma, The Gnostic Gospels, Holy Blood Holy Grail, the Templar Revelation, the Tao of Pooh, anything by Robert Anton Wilson, Timothy Leary, Aldous Huxley, Wilhelm Reich, Kerouac, Bukowski, Philip K. Dick, Anais Nin, Ginsberg, Hunter S. Thompson, Terence & Dennis McKenna, Chuck Plahnuik, William S. Burroughs.."A writer woos his public just as ingnominously as a politician or any other moutebank; he loves to finger the great pulse, to prescribe like a physician, to win a place for himself, to be recognized as a force, to recieve the full cup of adulation, even if it be deferred a thousand years. he doesn't want a new world which might be established immediately, because he knows it will never suit him. He wants an impossible world in which he is the uncrowned puppet ruler dominated by forces utterly beyond his control. He is content to rule insiduously-- in the fictive world of symbols-- because the very thought of contact with rude and brutal realities frightens him. True, he has a greater grasp of reality than other men, but he makes no effort to impose that higher reality on the world by force of example. He is satisfied just to preach, to drag along in the wake of disasters and catastrophes, a death-croaking prophet always without honor, always stoned, always shunned by those who, however unsuited for their tasks, are ready and willing to assume responsibility for the affairs of the world. The trult great writer does not want to write: he wants the world to be a place in which he can live the life of imagination. The first quivering word he puts to paper is the word of the wounded angel: pain. The process of putting down words is equivalent to giving oneself a narcotic. Observing the growth of a book under his hands, the author swells with delusions of grandeur. Et cetera ad nauseam."
-Henry Miller, "Sexus."....
Heroes:
Robert Anton Wilson, Jesus, Paul Molitor, Bruce Springsteen, Bob Dylan, Henry Miller, Jack Kerouac, Jesus, Hiram Abiff, Tom Waits...." ........
