Myths are public dreams, dreams are private myths

I do not pronounce words like beta carotene or chopped liver correctly. Imagine a child who only enjoys the words pie and gator....pie gator.....pye gaytor.....pi gater....py gayter.

Here is a selection of places I've never been to and probably will book to fly to in the next year:http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=849268207763133022

1. Chile/South Pole
2. Micronesia
3. New Zealand
4. Spain
5. Morocco
6. Germany
7. Peru
8. Japan

Breakfast today: my toothpaste, deprivation, fasting.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fasting

Moderate consideration for the fact that I am occasionally Manic

Is it a phantom itch? Seems like someone I know or someone they know either has bedbugs, a rash, crabs, THE scabies. Crap! No, wait.... a tax break for people under 5 feet, finally.

Today the sun is in full effect and I'm just about poisoned. I was lying in Union Square earlier with T-time organizing my take over the world to do list. I figure with all the techie nerds I've met in the last few months and the post art star movement T and I are punching our way to get going, we should be infecting your artistic tastes in about a year...maybe less. lets pray Jesus' baby's momma is kind to us and forgives me for making out with a a straight up homosexual man last night.

First and foremost go here drop.io/ybbs leave interesting comments. We in return will gift you with a free baked good recipe.

2. Be a lamb and buy my merch (t-shirts, handbags, boy shorts, tube tops coming end of April)

Finally,
3.pay me to read your mind. I really am a psychic trained by a long line of readers from the 11th dimension. See, no one SEES them so people try to discredit me. When in reality the fact that I communicate with higher beings on a separate plane of existence is proof of my powers and ability to conjure up THE MAGICS. Stick a tray of cupcakes and you get frosted hot dogs whose nutritional value is equivalent to a 900 calorie bag of peanuts.

In regards to yesterday's anti-war protest march and pillow fight in the financial district. It is not BYO-ISSUES people.....sometimes you have to be quiet. Children be quiet.

Yes, I have two friends who live on Wall street, direct descendants of future outsourcers and they both have a gym membership. I have a gym membership for the next six months which will increase my fro-yo intake and today I will collect all the change I left on the treadmill last week.

Now its off to IKEA to acquire wine glasses...ciao mis paisas!

Corporeal Punishment

Fell off my bike and busted my shin. It blew up quickly like an oversized cherry tomato then I walked in the door and got punched in the face with an orange.

The proper response to this is would be to eat the orange in self defense. Citrucide is the only way and just to be sure I am doing the right thing I will plant the seeds in my herb garden. But shit, my shin is bust and all I wanted was to ride to the open mic and meet Jason Schwartzman, maybe.

So at home I am melancholy, wearing an oversized hoodie....what's new. On my table there are pictures scattered like leaves, that somewhat fill gaps in my memory. Oh, yea today was a new kind of something and my stomach was empty with mostly food.

MUSIC:
SIA is by far the most gentle soul I have run and danced into(twice and never again). Listening to Lady Croissant RIGHT NOW.

Today's breakfast: a taste of mint toothpaste from his lips, doughnut. Diet Pepsi for mid morning snack while talking to John Cage.

When you don't smoke and still want your damn cigarette break......

My computer is so magical. It not only sucks my time away but it also teaches me completely useless information I can pass down to my unborn children. But considering the amount of time I spend with this machine I might just be sterile and not have any offspring to share the wonders of its magic.

Oh internet, I want so badly to have all of your information babies. Let's go steady....forever.

Here is one information baby I made: http://bit.ly/1nmMnv

followed by an educational video on smoking smarties...enjoy
http://bit.ly/QXu1l

Today's breakfast was a large cup of ginko IQ tea followed by grilled chicken salad for lunch, then a small bowl of goya lentils and rice for a snack. Tonight's dinner forecast looks like Colombian Tapas...mmmmmm...his taste is still on my mind.

Chupa this!

I found a dum dum on my dinning room table, all alone, the "Mystery Flavor" kind. which, BTW is a mixture of two flavors - which ones, I don't know?

Think I will do a series of dum dum portraits - all flavors.

Today was filled with ready made food sculptured paintings: one of an aged onion and the second of an uneaten lollipop. When I finally get my camera from DUMBO I'll let you see how they turned out.

Here is an edited pic of my special guy friend.

4 hearts....lets dance

Pisces and Scorpio:

When these two connect for the first time, sparks will fly and both might feel they have met a soul mate. There will be a deep, unexplained mystical connection when they get to know one another and start dating.

Pisces represents Scorpios fifth house of love and sex. This could be love at first sight. Many relationships and marriages take place when these two fall in love. Both will remain loyal, committed and be highly understanding of each other. This could be the one you have been waiting for, Pisces! Pisces and Scorpio are very mesmerizing water signs and capable of captivating each other. Sexually they couldn’t have found a more compatible partner. The need to express love will be felt very strongly by both parties and sex will be exotic, erotic and intoxicating.

Memories of this attraction linger in both Scorpio and Pisces minds long after their romance is over. Don’t let a bad day ruin your chances for long-term love.


Compatibility Rating:
(4 hearts)
It doesn’t get any better than this!
Go for it!

I do believe I am the center of the universe.

That's right my cute little bike was all polished and shiny, ready to ride, which I did last night to the new amazing HiChristina space on grand street. A five minute ride and I was there ready to venture into the surreality Fritz and Christina have created in the midst of the 99 cent stores and the rows of never ending Williamsburg bars and coffee shops.

and so this afternoon i went to pick up my shiny friend, rode her to the gym and was content with her performance. That is until further analysis of the bike seat confirmed my fear. The shit was bust. My butt managed to bend the metal rod holding up my seat...dammit. i love riding in and out of traffic especially in the warmness we had today. this little bike has spent a good portion of the month sitting in Johnny's house and now when got the wheels fixed it decides to go kerplunk...and there it goes.

Today's breakfast: slightly toasted cinnamon raisin bagel with cream cheese, and Blueberry blossom white tea.