Sep 19, 2005 00:11
I went to quick check tonight, the indian clerk told me i was 16... as in a compliment. then rubbed my hand, whats up with men and hand rubbing? as if i dig that shit. and whats up with indian clerks wanting to fucking touch me and tell me i'm 16, don't you think thats... a bit.... pedophilic?
turning. around. back into the wilderness, wandering aimlessly admist people who i have no regard for. i must get this life together. this is the time baby. we're gonna do it. so hard.
follow the beast.
and to those that believe they are artists:
"Learning an art has to be like a cat catching a mouse, patiently keeping watch at the mouth of its hole, and the moment the mouse comes out swiftly pouncing on it and seizing it. And it's like boiling rice - if the heat's too high, the rice will scorch, and if the heat's too low, the rice will stay uncooked in the middle. But if the heat's balanced just right, you'll cook it perfectly, just to the right degree and with perfect timing.
Yes, you have to learn like that, with absolute care and diligence, before you can spy out the soul of the art"
-z