PURE GONZO JOURNALISM PART 2
RITUAL #2: I only drink ginger ale on aeroplanes. Why? Why any ritual? To embed a part of your life more solidly into your psyche. We exist in multiple dimensions for a reason, kid! Lesson #1 (get used to it!): You have 6 senses, as do most people: SIGHT, SMELL, HEARING, TOUCH, TASTE, & HARAGEI; your 5 senses rolled into one; your gut feeling; your natural ability to know which has been systematically drowned out of you by the speed and noise at which we live. Anyway, here is what I believe is the reason why sometimes people (not just the ones who are high) sometimes mistake me for an angel.
SIGHT: I must make myself so much like the things in the world that I find to be beautiful. I must be art. If I live up to my sense of aesthetics, and if someone else agrees, then we have one more thing in common, no? What I wear should be a proper picture frame for who I am. It would not be appropriate to do otherwise.
SMELL: Obsession for Men is what I have worn year in and year out. It should be renamed That smell that makes boys doubt their sexuality and makes girls acutely aware of theirs. Bamboo lotion, cocoa butter, nice shampoo, good soap How do your clothes smell? Your room? Your car? Does anyone associate you with good memories by your smell?
TOUCH: Leather, velvet, satin, silk; interesting fabrics in fabulous combinations... Feather Boas (Sorry JoJo [-side note: the feather fallout of a boa is commonly known as drag droppings and is not appreciated by any party host, especially during the next mornings hung-over cleanup], it wont happen again), Tibetan lambs wool, dreadlocks, firm frame of dedicated muscle, pirate stubble for show; smooth face for play Textures, people! We are sensory creatures, we love to feel! Tip: when wearing velvet pants, make sure the stroke direction is up. Youll find out why
SOUND: Speak well, sing well. Quiet in quiet time, own the room when the eyes and ears are hungry for a king. (Being a good king is what Tiggers do best!) Know stories; real and otherwise, know quotes, proverbs, facts, history. Knowledge is power, but nobody loves a know-it-all, so a balance must be struck. The world is full of harsh noise and cacophony. Every murmur and burble; every whisper and hum; every warble and coo that you can utter will help reinstate the resonance of harmony. Sound creates vibration, which, even at its most subtle, touches us deep within.
TASTE: Ask anyone who knows Mr. March or TimTv. Flavor? CHOCOLATE. A few minutes back I drew a slice of gum from my bag. Naturally, instinctively, I offered it to the two men sitting next to me, and was happy when they agreed. In my fashionable European mens carry-all (tucked properly now under the sleeping buttocks of the senior citizen in front of me) I have more gum, Junior Mints, a pound of fudge, and Burts Bees yummy lip balm. The Snozberries taste like Snozberries! Lick Me! I taste optimistic! (yes, that was a Hedwig tip) I have enough chocolate in my system at any given moment that I sweat Hersheys syrup and bleed hot fudge. Next time Im pouring sweat, come lick me. Youll see. (side note: While driving in LA, my best friend Keith pulls up to a car inhabited by two cute girls. He says [in a voice only I can hear] Hello ladies! We can make you famous! Or at least sweaty!)
HARAGEI: I must strive to become more and more centered; to clearly know myself without the white noise of the external voices of peers, media, and the unsatisfied world which begs company for its misery. Well, Id stay, but Ive got places to be. So by being friends with myself, I gain my trust. By never lying to me I remove doubt and consequently, regret. This is how I can be sensitive to the subtle ebb and flow of the universe and its world full of pilgrims. It is in this way that I best serve you.
The world is not best served by your being small, Mr. March. -Harriet: wearer of the Dorje tattoo, and for good reason.
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(more later)
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RITUAL #2: I only drink ginger ale on aeroplanes. Why? Why any ritual? To embed a part of your life more solidly into your psyche. We exist in multiple dimensions for a reason, kid! Lesson #1 (get used to it!): You have 6 senses, as do most people: SIGHT, SMELL, HEARING, TOUCH, TASTE, & HARAGEI; your 5 senses rolled into one; your gut feeling; your natural ability to know which has been systematically drowned out of you by the speed and noise at which we live. Anyway, here is what I believe is the reason why sometimes people (not just the ones who are high) sometimes mistake me for an angel.
SIGHT: I must make myself so much like the things in the world that I find to be beautiful. I must be art. If I live up to my sense of aesthetics, and if someone else agrees, then we have one more thing in common, no? What I wear should be a proper picture frame for who I am. It would not be appropriate to do otherwise.
SMELL: Obsession for Men is what I have worn year in and year out. It should be renamed That smell that makes boys doubt their sexuality and makes girls acutely aware of theirs. Bamboo lotion, cocoa butter, nice shampoo, good soap How do your clothes smell? Your room? Your car? Does anyone associate you with good memories by your smell?
TOUCH: Leather, velvet, satin, silk; interesting fabrics in fabulous combinations... Feather Boas (Sorry JoJo [-side note: the feather fallout of a boa is commonly known as drag droppings and is not appreciated by any party host, especially during the next mornings hung-over cleanup], it wont happen again), Tibetan lambs wool, dreadlocks, firm frame of dedicated muscle, pirate stubble for show; smooth face for play Textures, people! We are sensory creatures, we love to feel! Tip: when wearing velvet pants, make sure the stroke direction is up. Youll find out why
SOUND: Speak well, sing well. Quiet in quiet time, own the room when the eyes and ears are hungry for a king. (Being a good king is what Tiggers do best!) Know stories; real and otherwise, know quotes, proverbs, facts, history. Knowledge is power, but nobody loves a know-it-all, so a balance must be struck. The world is full of harsh noise and cacophony. Every murmur and burble; every whisper and hum; every warble and coo that you can utter will help reinstate the resonance of harmony. Sound creates vibration, which, even at its most subtle, touches us deep within.
TASTE: Ask anyone who knows Mr. March or TimTv. Flavor? CHOCOLATE. A few minutes back I drew a slice of gum from my bag. Naturally, instinctively, I offered it to the two men sitting next to me, and was happy when they agreed. In my fashionable European mens carry-all (tucked properly now under the sleeping buttocks of the senior citizen in front of me) I have more gum, Junior Mints, a pound of fudge, and Burts Bees yummy lip balm. The Snozberries taste like Snozberries! Lick Me! I taste optimistic! (yes, that was a Hedwig tip) I have enough chocolate in my system at any given moment that I sweat Hersheys syrup and bleed hot fudge. Next time Im pouring sweat, come lick me. Youll see. (side note: While driving in LA, my best friend Keith pulls up to a car inhabited by two cute girls. He says [in a voice only I can hear] Hello ladies! We can make you famous! Or at least sweaty!)
HARAGEI: I must strive to become more and more centered; to clearly know myself without the white noise of the external voices of peers, media, and the unsatisfied world which begs company for its misery. Well, Id stay, but Ive got places to be. So by being friends with myself, I gain my trust. By never lying to me I remove doubt and consequently, regret. This is how I can be sensitive to the subtle ebb and flow of the universe and its world full of pilgrims. It is in this way that I best serve you.
The world is not best served by your being small, Mr. March. -Harriet: wearer of the Dorje tattoo, and for good reason.
- end transmission
(more later)
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