Up with William Blake + his palace of wisdom.
(PHOTO: Black Rock City, 2003)
Ten neon confessions of Friday 5pm nocturne:
1. Obama has forced me into becoming a non-believer: busy appeasing his enemies, he’s rejecting his friends.
2. Morocco has transformed me into a fiscal republican; it’s probably curable.
3. Jack Kerouac’s earliest work is over-written + flat.
4. I miss the USA. Expatriate, yes; ex-patriot no longer.
5. My empty wallet is made out of baby crocodile from the Horn of Africa.
6. I re-blog when lazy, not inspired.
7. The dishes very badly need washing.
8. I listen to the Cure more frequently than the Smiths.
9. My sense of tolerance is built on a sliding scale.
10. I cry at the end of good movies.
