So... given that a few snapshots don't quite present what you're like - I have a proposal for you: go and get a portrait or two of yourself commissioned, but say in a cubist style - so as to attempt to capture yourself as more of a mercurially changing personality through time in your environs. Think perhaps Duchamp's "Nude descending a staircase." Take care of that, and get back to me, would you please? Thanks bunches!
An accomplice on drunken adventures could come in handy. Something involving music, books, bikes, film, people, colors, lasers, kittens, equations, orators, or just a bearded guy in a swimsuit climbing a stepladder with a jug of water to schizoid moth-phobic poetry.
There's a lot of options, out there. Perhaps the number of choices is near infinite. Choices that all the generations of mankind could pass before – choices that obliterate the day and on which chaos lies – before being rewarded with a tolerable night.
Extra points if you live in a world of magical idealism, haven't been slain by mail art, and/or sent to assassinate me on behalf of Internationale situationniste.