Our passion dilutes any other precepts that people might have. I'm bored with the fact that in an
effort to be "different" our whole generation looks like clones. As through my perspective, Reality checks have gone void and our interests aren't tangible. Our emotion, is our lifestyle. A lifestyle that cannot be categorized. So we live not categorized to your subjective boxes. I speak to your insecurities. And in that breath: I say... I only play between humor and sincerity.
With outings every night and social brunches everyday, I finally got to relax on Sunday. I ran
into a lot of familiar faces last night, all under the same roof. Nonetheless, I slept in today and caught up with my substantial substances. After I had done all that had to be done, I drove down to Borders for some literature and treatise. Picked up the following: The Beautiful Fall, Stranger Than Fiction, Cathedral, The Psychic Soviet, and Oh the Glory of It All. I'm nearly satisfied as I stack them on my vanity. Cluster over cluster, but it's a reminder to pick one up before I hit the sheets. Watching Last Tango in Paris, an old romantic, in addition to having cheese & wine is whats in store for me tonight. Praise the dawning, It's just a restless feeling by my side.
“Sex is interesting, but it's not totally important. I mean it's not even as important (physically) as excretion. A man can go seventy years without a piece of ass, but he can die in a week without a bowel movement.” - Charles Bukowski
Walkmen @ Henry Fonda this tuesday, stoked. xo