Friday, August 12, 2005

Life's too short, Babe. I'm looking for baggage that goes with mine.

We raise our glass...

To days of inspiration, playing hookey, making something out of nothing, the need
To express
To communicate
To go against the grain, going inane, going mad.

To loving tension, no pension
To more than one dimension
To starving for attention, hating convention, hating pretension
(Not to mention, of course, hating dear old mom and dad).

To riding your bike, midday past the three-piece-suits
To fruits
To no absolutes
To absolut
To choice
To the Village Voice
To any passing fad.

To being an us - for once - instead of a them.

To hand-crafted beers made in local breweries
To yoga
To yogurt
To rice and beans and cheese
To leather
To dildos
To curry vindaloo
To huevos rancheros and Maya Angelou.

To emotion, devotion
To causing a commotion.
To creation, vacation and mucho masturbation.

To compassion
To fashion
To passion when it's new.

To sontag
To sondheim
To anything taboo.
To Ginsberg, Dylan, Cunningham and Cage
To Lenny Bruce, Langston Hughes
To the stage
To Uta
To Buddha, Pable Neruda, too.

To bisexuals, trisexuals, homo sapiens
To carcinogens, hallucinogens, men, Pee Wee Herman
To German wine, turpentine, Gertrude Stein
To Antonioni, Bertolucci, Kurosawa and Carmina Burana.

To apathy
To entropy
To empathy, ecstasy, Vaclav Havel, The Sex Pistols, 8BC
To no shame - never playing the fame game.

To marijuana.

To sodomy - It's between God and me.
To S&M.
To La Vie Boheme.

You bet your ass we raise our glass.

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