In the Birdcage

I feel awful. Don’t understand it. I think someone must have spiked one of my 13 drinks.                                 

Feelings are not facts… don’t be alarmed.

Back to NYC today… So strange to couch surf in what’s essentially your home town.

I am going to twitter HQ. I am going to tweet while inside. This will cause a glitch in the matrix and was predicted in Revelations.

“The mind is like a parachute, it only works when it’s open”.

Er, I couldn’t care less if you preferred me fat or shaved. The beard is staying! 

If you don’t take the reins, it’s going to stay the same. Nothin’s gonna change if you don’t change it!  

baked beans and cheese on toast. Lunch of the Gods. 

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