we certainly one-upped the monkeys with the vast forms of art and creation available. everyone should find a way to leave something behind. express something, rub two sticks together, something. rather be a damn dirty ape, shitting into your water supply. although, simply living a certain way is art in itself and should not be overlooked. so, go ahead and be very very very dirty. nonfiction & auto/biographical.
on to a bootleg copy of kingdom of fear. hell's angels has been pretty damn repetitive so far, so i'll finish that afterwards. at this point hunter has been in the airforce for a bit, which has reminded me of a mindset from a time of misery and mystery. the sheer aspect of being able to be sucked out of your current situation and thrown into a heavily romantic one with live rounds and a huge sense of danger and adventure, is enough to make any 18 yarr old soggy. oh well, i'm a free-byrd.
we've made a quick transition into a comfortable home stretch of bangkok living. 9 days till we meet the west with opened eyes and tanned hydes. i finally feel like i'm on summer vacation, sleeping in til 2,3,4 pm. we have taken on the role of creepers, night owls, rats, & roaches. we come out at night. by the time we are ready for dinner our options are somewhat limited, although this place doesn't sleep too well. sleepless, it is.
how would you be able to sleep with endless promises of inexpensive whoring and your wildest sick dreams awaiting to be fulfilled? i personally doubt my ability to dig prostitutes of any kind, but lia's wisdom reigns with this: "i think they're both happy." and this is true, but i just now thought of the possibility, and cop-out of lack of opportunity or climbing, rather slipping down the grease laden slope of greed and material want and eternal suffering. but, in that aspect we are all suffering, and most of us (myself included,) enjoy our suffering. happiness requires a certain amount of suffering, in any case. so - i'll continue to want, for now... large tv's and comfy couches.
i've been side tracked. remeber - our dinner options are limitied and for some reason thailand puts at least two 7-11's on every street, therefore, we have been dining on hotdogs, chips, pepsi and chocolate bars around 2 or 3 am for the past few nigths. hot dogs are good everywhere, i think.
we plop on a ledge, ledges are fucking underrated by the way, fuck the dinner table, and observe the multicultural landscape of heavily slushy puppies roaming the streets. there was this one white fucker wearing poofy white thai tourist pants and a fedora, didn't look over 19 or 20, hand locked with a thai baby, who had to be around 35. they walked on, him with a lazy cigarette in his mouth and her with the eyes of an animal. a sad, self-loathing and self denying animal?
anyways, they came walking back after only a few minutes. i hear the good whores charge by the minute anyways. and they yield from panama baby. how i get my information is not important.
so onto the fotoz. correspondance soon to come & never say the world "lovely."
- daniel d.
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man, I still have never finished C&P congrats on that, and Hells Angels is fairly boring and paceful, but still gruesome. American Imperialism above all else, always. slow kettle little fellow.
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