real life has a bad tendency to get in the way. i enslaved myself to the wage and i feel guily about submitting to the man and renouncing my bohemian existence. i am a hypocrite, and that sucks.
it's not like i was some sort of general hedonist or a borderline nihilist or anything. i had a set code of moral values and general ethics which and some point gave way to criminal monetary gain, sleazy sex addiction (sleazy has an emphasis for a reason), and general selfishness. However, prior to that i was a wandering starving artist. I worte all the time, i loved with passion and intensity, i slept on the beach, i drank and smoked when i wanted too, i traveled on a whim, i read fortunes, i lived with a band of street gypsies, i drew graffiti on every medium, i read political theory, existentialism, beat generation fiction, and philosophy, i volunteered at organic farms, and fell in love with having a green thumb.
really though, i miss my freedoms. i'm soon approaching a point in my life that will dictate a large portion of the rest of the outcome of said existence. I just want to feel alive.
it's not like i was some sort of general hedonist or a borderline nihilist or anything. i had a set code of moral values and general ethics which and some point gave way to criminal monetary gain, sleazy sex addiction (sleazy has an emphasis for a reason), and general selfishness. However, prior to that i was a wandering starving artist. I worte all the time, i loved with passion and intensity, i slept on the beach, i drank and smoked when i wanted too, i traveled on a whim, i read fortunes, i lived with a band of street gypsies, i drew graffiti on every medium, i read political theory, existentialism, beat generation fiction, and philosophy, i volunteered at organic farms, and fell in love with having a green thumb.
really though, i miss my freedoms. i'm soon approaching a point in my life that will dictate a large portion of the rest of the outcome of said existence. I just want to feel alive.