I love watching worlds unravel on my ceiling, lying down on the bed while listening to some trippy songs from the 60s or the 70s: oh the wonders of drugs from the days of yore!
Will soon take over the world by writing astonishingly pretentious books, when the bat atop of my head stops eating away all of my good ideas, that is.
Living, around a bed.
Living to write, sleep, watch movies, love and hate. And from time to time, drink wine, and talk about just anything with anyone.