I have many rooms

New style idea 2007

psychedelic cyberpunk pioneer early 90's

color

eco-modern, eco-hippe

street/thug

dandy/gentleman/aristocrat

international playboy

how i roll..the f&&& am i talking about

Got to get paid.

The poet is the priest of the invisible. (Wallace Stevens)

The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen
Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing
A local habitation and a name.

—William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night's Dream



image from the amazing Married to the Sea

I need a laptop

Top of the line mac 15"...but right now, a decent pc laptop will do. Inexpensive price or payment plan is the goal. Any leads would be appriciated.

Lots of materialism going on.

CD turntable, I am in love with you.

Note to self: Get These

Gucci 1438 frame is of unisex design. The frame is made of plastic and acetate in Italy.

Seals and Crofts are the ill shit.

I fall asleep to Jazz Samba by Charlie Byrd and Stan Getz everynight-on vinyl-it's my nightlight and the record spins till infinity till the daylight.

I'll be honest, everything is imploding....in a good way.

Calvin the Indigo operator says that blond hair and blue eyes will be phased out in the next 20 years or so. This is from a chinese newspaper, so I really don't know how valid it is. But hey, that's cool, cultural implosion. New purism will try to rise out of it. Back to basics when the complexity gets to be too much.

Action

My new job is to walk around New York City, smoking cigarettes and drinking blackeyes.

Pondering the meaning of life.

I fucking hate my job. Deathtrap desert race 3000 to the moon. Make that money, hustle, survive. Scared, scarcity, pump up the base, keep it going now.

I've found my new thirdspace home. God, it feels good to be back. If you all are looking for me, this is where my body will be while I float in cyberspace. I've been so intent on getting a laptop..the obvious alternatives..seemed to escape me. I need somewhere to blog, write, surf, look for a new job and get my information fill fill fill. AHhhhhhhhhh.



Yo, btw, fuck easyinternet in times square. Actually, scratch that. I love the ill sleazy vibe..the janky ticket machines and the crazy bastards all up in there. Also, don't forget that times square comes real close to one of my second homes-Las Vegas..and...sheeeeet...mmmmmm...oh the spectacle.

This weekend was a debaucherous debacle and a half. The proverbial "drinks with co-workers". The proverbial bender and **** binge is more like it! I'm such an asshole sometimes. Whole damn weekend gone. Someone, very much like me died. Fucking around like this is not an option. Like that scam artist psychic told me last week..I was meant for greater things. The golden path. Hmm. She was dead on, but questions linger.

I bought a belt. I need a haircut. I need love.

..and pondreing the meaning of life. My life, and all life over and over.

Action.