I'm tired of this arty-arty life. Of all these busy images. Too many reds. Too many purples. And all the arty talk. I mean it's fun for a while. But not right now. I keep picturing myself on a lazy hammock, sea beach blue and a Jack Johnsonian Banana Pancakish Life. I may or may not read. I'll listen to others play guitar. And talk about simple things. Not the big bang theory or T.S. Eliot or politics or the Beat poets or Jazz or theatre or Roman Polanski or whatever. And we'll talk like we talk. Not in that affected half-Hindi-half-Bangla-half-English mumbo jumbo. I enjoyed that, but now it's a little tedious. And we'll play. Just move. Run. Paraglide. Surf. Beach volley ball. Anything. And not worry about what we eat, and how fat we're getting, or think about appearances at all. God, I'll have shrimp and lobster and then swim in the beach and not give a damn. And to hell with joints and cigarettes. And beer. Well, maybe sometimes.
And have lots of beautiful duh boys around me. Keanu Reevesish. Aah. The life.