I am a cool cat. For real.
A cool spiritual cat.
I love chaos and i chaos love me back, chaos is my mistress, a really entertaining mistress.
Other than that i have some kind of a wanderlust syndrom, been living for more than a year in Asia (Tokyo & Seoul) studying , working as an event photographer and modelling in order to pay for alcohol and cigarets.
Now I am in London spending my days thinking and writing poetry, trying to find a way to get out of the matrix to keep spending my days thinking and writing.
For what it's worth, I am an INTP.
Blogging here : http://the-chemistry.net/
Picture John Fante, Charles Bukowski, Henry Miller and William Burroughs having a 4-way.
Bill carries the child.
And here I am.
Basically I am supposed to find a lame-ass slave job like most of my business school peers, the thought was repelling, I'd rather write, do drugs and writing about doing drugs.
Drug is a shitty word though.
Not giving a flying fuck
Listening to people
Being mistaken for a drug dealer
Pretending to write
Getting into trouble
Sex.I can humbly say that I am an awesome fuck.
Carrying a least 3 books in my bag. It can easily go up to 6.
Also quite good at making people think i am an asshole, look like my cynism/humor can be kind of harsh sometimes, but i am a happy person, i really am.
I am also deeply convinced that i can outdrink most of the people i meet.
Also I look like I am pissed off most of the time. I am just thinking.
Charles Bukowski - Bret Easton Ellis (but he's an asshole) - Henry Miller -Jack Kerouac - Hunter S. Thompson - Anaïs Nin - William Burroughs - Pierre Mérot - PedroJuan Gutierrez - Vladimir Nabokov - Somerset Maugham - Albert Camus - Marguerite Duras - Oscar Wilde... Actually this list is too long and I'm quite lazy to update it. I read awesome stuff.
At the moment I don't read many novels, I am way into twisted books about psychology, neuro-science, spirituality, mysticism, the Universe. That kind of stuff.
I don't watch TV but i do enjoy my fair part of TV shows (Breaking Bad, American Horror Story, Game of Thrones etc...)
A baggie filled with weed and psychedelics
And a fucking book
And fucking meditation
And of course sex.
How to get away with publishing novels and spending most of my time doing drugs, having sex and slapping politicians hard in the face.
The meaning of life, what we are suppose to achieve on earth and why people seem to enjoy enslaving themselves.
I also wonder a lot about my own sanity and how to look normal when facing respectful members of our society. Basically, every time I have to deal with one of them I endure some kind of everlasting mental torture.
How to maintain an healthy balance between my love for earthlings and my misanthropic feelings.
Because most people don't seem to possess the slightest ounce of intelligence. It breaks my heart and anger me at the same time.
If I do, you'll probably find me walking with a huge african hat pissed drunk on the streets, alone, I've probably decided to go home because people were giving me headache.
You can also find me either chilling with friends or reading books/watching movies,documentaries.
Or writing. Or pretending to write.
Months of weekly tripping.
Now at night halos are surrounding everything.
It really is beautiful.
Then I think "this is not too bad of a punishment for almost frying your brain son. And what you've learned was SO worth the risks."
Everybody should do fucking mushrooms.
Most of all i'm looking for laid-back people sharing (or not) my interests.
Ladies please don't flatter yourselves too much, I know you're thinking about fucking me.
I love stoners/mind-explorers and i like the idea of them loving me back.
Cool if you have tendency to drink/experience other stuff on a regular basis but hey it's not a fucking job interview and this is not mandatory.
If you would define yourself as a weird, spiritual, not-a-fucking-robot kind of person, well, fucking message me.
Same thing if you consider yourself a psychonaut.