i (think that) i believe in excess.
(though it comes to mind that what i believe when it comes to abstract things, like excess for example, i am always changing my mind. tomorrow i will probably believe in stoicism. or maybe sleep. yes, i almost certain that tomorrow i will believe in sleep.)
today, though, i believe in excess. but not the thoughtless drinking and sexing that is usually celebrated within my age group. but more of the drinking and sexing that leads to something profound.
excess as a pursuit of experience.
experience being the way to understanding the world.
last night started out that way.
the dive bar poolhall around the corner from my house.
marley, dylan and ccr in the jukebox.
five dollar pictchers of beer.
before the inebretian even hit there was joy.
singing and dancing and sucking at pool.
my colorado friends and i discussing love and the fleeting pursuit of beauty.
my buzz was spiritual. i was a bar monk. meditating and contemplating life with a ciggerette in my hand.
then the girl without a bra showed up and the evening was pretty much shot to hell.
which perhaps proves a somewhat profound point.
no man is spiritual or poetic when he has a chance to see nipples.
10:15 a.m. - 2005-11-08
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