every time i am living a free life i have to go and screw it up by getting into a woman.

being an artist is a masters degree in self misery. if you had it great all the time there would be nothing to write about.

truth be told... what do you do when everyone around you is an idiot; screaming babel and not saying much.

what do you do ; when you are at a party and what people want to talk about is baseball with thier kids. don't get me wrong it's not all that bad; but when your whole life is about exploring and tasting and experiancing. and creating.

there doesn't seem to be much to talk about.

i guess i could get into handy work. and other mundane activities. but i am having a hard time wraping my mind around that

i could talk about the jersey shore; or some tv show. or whatever people these days chat about. i really don't know because i am not in those conversations. seems quite borring.

i guess the more obsessed you get about living the farther you get from everyday life. and it's off to my self imposed castaway island for revolutionary.