need some good noise

much anticipated future acid trips

in the observatory
on polo street
opposite the lion's head
within the nomads sanctuary
on an overnight train
in pompidou
around paris suburbia

how

never have a camera
never regret a thing
never kiss a girl
never refuse a toke
never forget friends
never stop dancing
never be serious

twenty third twenty five

you needed them more than i did.

on a journey

soul recovery, mind expansion, love rediscovery

Notwist, NewOrder, Neu!

on repeat on repeat on

in the early twothousands, nirvana would gently wake me up.

on synthetic chemicals twenty four hours

slacking sounds good. leaving sounds good. failing sounds good. timetraveling sounds good. sleeping sounds good. swimming sounds good. daydreaming sounds good.

the first decade of the last century

my family rarely celebrated any holiday. because we are never religious, while being zen with buddhism, christianity, confucianism, and, of course my favorite, shamanism. also because we follow both solar and lunar calendars, resulting in multiple new years and ever-changing birthdays. but probably mostly because we were beyond frugal and my parents never developed a habit of giving out gifts or sweets.

i came to this continent ten years ago, my weak ass lived a quarter century - only loosely speaking, the first decade of the last century disappeared in the ash of strange realization and universal love.