oh i just did about me, me me me. this is so strange. to tell a computer what it is to be human. i think everything written is recorded in those super computers they have in the basement... comedy is such a beautiful contrast to reality when properly executed. I've been alive for 21 years. i first truly realized this, that i exist, when i was like 16. i have my own opinion and you have yours, but i think what truly matters is the listening to each other part. so to me that means only by experiencing each other can we really know ourselves. that sounds kinda soft huh? whatever.
I love the smell of old books. The coolest one i own is signed by John Sloan, an american ash can artist called The Gist of Art. Remembrance of Things Past - Marcel Proust . Games People Play - Eric Berne. How to Make ESP Work for You - Harold Sherman. On Art and Artists - Aldous Huxley. old books that tell the truth. Sacred te
Cutting the roses from the rose bush outside. running around with the dogs. the game called catch. driving for enjoyment. indoor: cleaning, sleeping, eating, showering. all the luxuries of western life. i 'll put more stuff that sounds cool later porque thats all that matters right? i joke, i joke.