......ive been cooking this way for years.....since promotheus gave me fire..... hyper-feta goat skin bagpipes.......im like an old native american.... where i use everything......nothing goes to waste........and i want to meet all your friends......cook them greens........ as if i were the juciest greek mystery chef........what was that work of beauty that stood for a primitive celebrity......deep into the vaults of the kingdom......not too far from the glitz & glamour.......where your ole'  L.A.  rests shaking like wet celery stalks........destined for madonna's home..........to become the whole thing and poured into a mold........and thrusted toward the front lines of fashion........like the santa barbera shoulder of  the L.A vintage sinatra chinatown John Huston dick and cock shaped skyline......Jack Nicholson attitude..........and its up in the air whether aliens actually visited L.A in 1947...... but confirmed as japanese meteorlogical balloons in 1983.......the men who launched the balloons were emberassed about the panic they stirred and tried to stay chill......so there is a dark side to being a celebrity...... like a california 1893 worlds fair venus statue.......or a 16 yr old san franciscan Marian Nolan.......the basis of beauty....

..... delta blues moblilizes in a club in Rotterdam.... in some god -damn get down electric club..... so totally over the top ........ exclusive and most premier..... and faces contorted.... sipping special somethings.... incense livation...... rose scented rain..... with a Fellini like championship..... mississippi john hurt had the same hair as blind lemon jefferson.....same cars too..... big old cadillacs........the kind of size that you only see south of the mississippi......but all in Rotterdam......

...... the fault lyed and hoisted.....with letters and letters from Sarah......describing  gruesome  details of the moon........in stark naked contracter garb........crock grind lipid tense in a tent by the lumber mill pond......sword swollowing their way to another crooked Tuesday.......brown pants blown black sideways and attacked me......I never knew her name again.......and i have some other partner.....

 old people is nuthin'. birthday parties. baby's dressed up like batman.doing the splits w/pointy shoes.
 country music lyrics.put out your clove. clean-up the back yard.the picnic is over.its disgusting & funny.
 new tools make me feel better.and i love getting sick.all you have to do is nothing.beer & and ciggy's. bread $ and old spice.
 a roach clip in washington. simple things.hygiene products mixed w/ sweet stuff, girly stuff, tender moments,kids.
 the sofa's made of bubbles. theres a headache standing toward the driveway. i ran inside and hid beneath the bone-yard.........

#1...... paint a picture of everything i eat for seven days.......

#2...... hire a mime troupe to re-enact my dreams for seven days......

#3...... interview tenants of rest homes, film it, and base a play around the interviews.....

#4...... do a performance art piece of a car salesman for two years to make some money......

#5...... make a life sized self-portrait made of different types of nuts{cashews,peanuts,almonds,walnuts,etc}.........

#6....... write all my friends a letter telling them how they have affected,influenced,changed or made my life better.........

#7....... get better at golf.........