I wonder sometimes if my heart got took out behind the sheds and shot in the head when I was in China. People love me but my heart is a whiskey soaked steak that loves to be eaten but refuses to be properly digested.
Only drugs, Buddhism, travel and literature make sense to me anymore. Attempting to achieve enlightenment through exercise and drawing enzos in beer foam on my chest.
I'm a werewolf with the tastes of a scholar, an aging Rimbaud who yearns for the discipline of the samurai.
For the gang I have Les Sapeurs.. I'm looking for something cool sounding that implies punk and style. Grant Morrison anarcho-badass kind of names.
For derby names for myself in the running I have..
King Mob
Beast of Bourbon
(super nerdy) Fnord Prefect
But I'm open to suggestions across the board. The more weird, cool, numerous, nerdy.. The better.
Tell me of 11 kinds of adventure, riotously strange art, the torpedoing of a great love, your secret feelings about me, or something equally momentous.
Sad stuff spoilered.
I'm tired of dating, but much like food in the past, I just can't seem to help myself. Shouldn't too be too hard to find a beautiful punky women who likes tango and adventure, with the personality of a pirate and the reading proclivities of Borges should it? Anyways..
On the food front things have been well, the paleo regimen has been going along excellently, it's time to put the exercise into high gear soon. Esp. considering how many health problems there have been in my family lately, I'm more concerned than ever about getting into excellent shape. I've lost 7 kgs so far, but it hasn't been going down further lately, so I need to cut down on the eating out and exercise more often.
I've purchased a badass pair of roller skates. Soon you'll be seeing me on the streets of Montreal terrorizing the night with a disco ball helmet.
That is all for now.
