dancing, dancing, dancing, then..stretching, balancing, standing on my hands, walking with varying patterns, ATTEMPTING to connect with something on this planet...getting frustrated at that...then..uh..dancing more.
someone who is honestly sick of this world enough to use me as a character in a dream that they are playing out...a dream that's better than this world...a dream filled with good energy.
Talking Heads, Amy Ray, DJ Shadow, Goldfrapp, Stevie Wonder, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Aimee Mann, Prince, White Stripes, BT, Bjork, Liz Phair, PJ Harvey, RadioHead, Siouxsie and the Banshees, The Smiths, Indigo Girls
Blade Runner, White Christmas, Fifth Element, TIme Bandits, Baron Munchausen, Moulin Rouge
Is of no use to me...and is killing you..and your loved ones....by poisoning your mind...and perpetuating a horrible world that no one wants so that companies...companies that control many nations...can make money and control you and everything around you...b Sure.
I LOVE to hear people talk about the books they read...I mean LOVE IT. It all seems quite fascinating...reading..that is. I love libraries...good vibes usually. It's kinda like coffee...I love the smell of coffee...never had a cup..but it all seems to be such a sweet milieu...coffee shops...people reading. so cute. so human. so not me.
Amy Ray and David Byrne are like Ma and Pa....since I most certainly have neither. I'm also inspired by people that can dance in such a way as to enlighten me on how to jump my own physical hurdles. Maybe..uh..Lilou and b-boy Junior for example...but the spiritual realm is where it's at...for sure..and every "hero" I've ever connected with has been led astray by the world in such a way as to uninspire me. So I move towards the light. And I seek to rise. To be my own hero.