NO, IM NOT INTERESTED.
THE LOST PART OF THE EQUATION. HALF THE MISSING FORMULA WOULD BE NICE, ALSO.
COUNTERPART, BROTHER/SISTER, IMAGINARY FRIEND.
PARTNER.
THE OTHER.
"beauty be above me. beauty be ahead of me. beauty be below me. beauty be behind me.
beauty be all around me."
The CD liner notes of the Brian Jonestown Massacre's "Thank God for Mental Illness" reads:
"To everyone who is not for sale, but gives of themselves freely..."
WHITE NOISE.
PREFERENCE IS MADE IRRELEVANT BY MY SHORT ATTENTION SPAN.
I WATCH STATION SNOW OR THE COLOR BARS ON LATE NIGHT TV.
I'M ILLITERATE. I JUST WRITE AS A COVER.
"what is real?" asked the rabbit one day. “does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?"
"real isn't how you are made," said the skin horse. "its a thing that happens to you. when a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with but really loves you, then you become real."
"does it hurt?" asked the rabbit.
"sometimes," said the skin horse, for he was always truthful. "but when you are real you don't mind being hurt."
"does it happen all at once, like being wound up," the rabbit asked, "or bit by bit?"
"it doesn't happen all at once," said the skin horse. "you become. it takes a long time. that’s why it doesn't often happen to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. generally, by the time you are real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. but these things don't matter at all, because once you are real you can't be ugly… except only to people who don't understandâ€.
Down these mean streets a man must go who is not himself mean, who is neither tarnished nor afraid. He must be a complete man and a common man and yet an unusual man. He must be, to use a rather weathered phrase, a man of honor. He talks as the man of his age talks, that is, with rude wit, a lively sense of the grotesque, a disgust for sham, and a contempt for pettiness. - Raymond Chandler