BORNEO IS COMING TO YOU THIS TIME.

i write songs and melodic lies, fiction and poetry and something inbetween, a kind of connection between my subconscious and my hand that bypasses most parts of my brain. i think in colors and try in vain to make a physical representation of what dashes through my mad brain. living is art to me: i understood culture jamming intuitively before i knew what it was called. i can't take a photo of myself without doing something strange and artistic to it. i often draw odd little stick-figure picture-stories in black and red marker on oddly shaped pads of paper. most of all, blogging is ART to me! why log my day, when i could log anything at all?

what kind of friends am i looking for? strange people. aliens. cowboys. intelligent people. unpretentious people. people who aren't people. figments of someone else's imagination. sick people. spiritual people. people who are anti-everything, or sometimes pro-everything. cats. genuine people, and other people who tell nothing but lies. reincarnated people who are a little confused. people who just got out of the asylum and can't wait to get back, because it was so much saner in there. unethical sugarcubes. people who don't dye their hair, because the natural color of it frightens them and they like to be frightened. people who've been to the top and prefer the bottom. people from other countries. people who wish they were from other countries. fellow discordians. people who appreciate the lyrics of both bob dylan and the ramones. people who have more than one facet. people who don't fit any of the above criteria, and can't quite figure out why.

here are some things i love:

ROCK 'N' ROLL, music in general (singing, writing songs, listening to music, and pretending to play various instruments - usually guitar), creative writing, foreign languages, nonsense, playing with my band, beat culture/beat poetry, reading anything and everything, elegant madness, the bohemian life, animals, nature, surrealism, lies, traveling, people who are intelligent and yet don't need to speak in five-syllable words, finding beauty in unexpected places, laughing until i get lightheaded and need to lie down on the floor, being a student of life, saving the planet, people who don't need to understand something to enjoy it, black leather, androgyny, anthropology, dada, open minds, being contrary, dressing like a gay glam boy (which i sometimes am, at heart), meaningful conversations, discordianism, fifties/sixties/seventies/eighties music (basically anything that happened before i was born), coffee and tea, abbie hoffman/kurt vonnegut/hunter s. thompson/jack kerouac/john cage/albert einstein/and too many more heroes of mine to list, scotland (it's my heartland), slash (and by slash i mean the guitarist... primarily), philosophy, anti-philosophy, subphilosophy (that's when you take philosophy and turn it inside-out and shake it upside down a few times and assign it an entirely random name, rank, and level of hysteria), having subphilosophical conversations on IM at three in the morning with people i've never met, self-education, playing drinking games with god and the devil (sometimes santa claus comes along too, if he's not too busy), denying the existence of gender, dressing up to go nowhere, being confused... and making friends, if you're still reading. :) p. s. i'm also into life, the universe, and everything, if you like that kinda stuff.