None...except gravel and sunlight and old trucks with empty cans of beer on the seats and tired dogs in the bed, and perty girls and kickin up dirt. And Tomatoes. But they have to be perfectly ripe and no bruises er soft spots. I like black coffee and warm tea, quiet time, typewriters, I wish I had quit smoking by now, it is in the works (in the mind), and when I am unleashed from the demon (cosmococcic or otherwise) I enjoy reading, driving cars or other things, looking out from my window, and eating things which are good for this body.I might have preferred it being born somewhere between two to 12 thousand years earlier, but nonetheless I'm quite happy to be here. I am too interested in nothing special and not quite interested enough in things that might have served me better in the commercial district. Nonetheless I have written a short story in verse about you and your habits among the bear people. I keep it on my bookshelf between the bible and a copy of Reader's Digest greatest stories, (most of which have either to do with shark attacks or tornadoes), I really have little to do except this.
.....vigilantes and bitches who like kafka. Shiva, Vishnu, goldminers, John Henry, Stephen Dedalus, Henry Miller and an assortment of very interesting people. I doubt you embody the half the spirit of any of them, but I do not either at this moment, monday afternoon 2008. The Bus outside just pass grumbling like a grizzly and I pathetic in the truest sense here nursing a cold beer thinking of the thing I love which was whisked away from my posession, perhaps by a book or maybe some unknowing person whom I might have mistaken for someone else, but I committed myself to understanding electricity so that we will all have lights and electric motors as long as I'm around.
Flaming lips Grandaddy Blind Melon Pink Floyd Calexico Paul Simon Talking Heads Spiritualized Kids Inc. Bonnie 'prince' Billy Tool Billy Joel the theme song from 'Arthur' 'Africa' by Toto steel guitar Brian Jonestown Massacre .............. Animal collective Smog Sparklehorse Chicago Blondredhead Palio Bruce Springstein Tripping Daisy Locals: Sweet Lee Morrow Raleigh Cartright And others that aren't. I'm not goin into it all detailed like. I like a ruckus, and i also like a sweet or a sad serenade. xylaphones. The Oldies Station.Note: If you are some random band from god knows where and you're just trying to get the sound out, don't send me a friend request,that is reserved for people I know. Also, if you are a whore with a web-cam thats always on for a small fee, don't send me a friend request either. I have no interest in sitting around watching you sit around and twiddle your twinkie. If i want porn I'll go out and buy it my damn self like a normal person. I don't need hookers clogging up my mailbox with stupid messages about how they just turned eighteen and they wanted to do something with their life, so they bought a web-cam. That doesn't even make sense!? Go to college! Thanks :)
Paul McCartney is an asshole and sports is the gerbal wheel of the human race.XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXStrive to discover the mystery before life is taken from you. If while living you fail to find yourself, to know yourself, how will you be able to understand the secret of your existence when you die?Farid ud Din Attar
I don't really like books, but here's a couple...Teachings of Don Juan (book 1 only) God Bless you, Mr. Rosewater Krishnamurti Into the Wild Wandering Joy (meister Eckhart) The secret files of Dakota King Opening:Collected Writings of William Segal (1985-1997)(man, i want that back...) Bukowski Zorba the Greek the mission of art the rubaiyat Fourth way books Razor's edge Moon and sixpense Bhagavad Gita The Yage letters Dharma Bums Survivor Sexus (Drunvalo is full of shit, man) Candide House of Leaves the Hermeticum Welcome to the Monkey House Slapstick Stand still like a Hummingbird gnostic gospels Reality is What You Can Get Away With dhammapada ramayana the alchemist Howl a Coney Island of the Mind essays of Emerson poems of DH Lawrence Venus plus X More than human play the piano drunk like a percussian instrument till the fingers begin to bleed a bit. The Valis trilogy, Any and all writings by Phillip K. Dick In search of the Miraculous stories and shorts of Kafka
...still processing... They started up the hill with their young lives exploding still they loved to dream and run they had the grass the trees and the sun they dreamed of the gold they'd find at the top of the hill as they climbed No one would ever doubt their spirit and strength could never run out but the hill was steep and long they never thought they'd be wrong It wasn't a hill at all it was a mountain ten-thousand feet tall but with the gold still in their minds they used their young lives to climb and climb And by the tim they got to the peak they were old and they were weak There was no gold that they could find It was all just in their minds they dreamed and they had run they found the grass the trees and the sun They said what do we do now spend the rest of our lives climbing back down? Or we can treasure what we find and make it golden in our mind......That's what we'll do..... Wayne Coyne