(Nina in a costume that we made, photo by a friend at fetishfactory.com)
One of the brutal side effects of running a brain like this? Constant evaluation.
How do you cope? When the voices are constantly asking you if you are winning the game of life? How do you count your points?
I am firmly convinced that any alien beings who are advanced enough to visit us would also be intelligent enough to not interfere, but I bet they can also observe our energies and see the connections between us. I am sure they would count our points differently than we do.
I like to produce creative stuff that other people can groove on. Actually, it’s important that I can groove on it too. All the artists, writers, musicians, dancers, and legendary personalities that have inspired me with their work in the past spur me toward this. I aim to please, and shoot to kill.
And love. I want to experience love as deeply and intensely as any being ever has, I think my life has been totally successful in that area, and I try to level up as often as possible.
World Champion Lover. That’s what I am shooting for. That’s how I count my points.
I don’t think the aliens would agree, they probably see each of us fairly equally. Maybe some of us have large amounts of influence energy surrounding our names, maybe not. I know it doesn’t matter. If I count the points, and put myself in the Hall of Fame, and experience my championship moments fully, then I really did accomplish it.
Speaking of accomplishments that can’t be measured, here’s your link. This is a string of words that amazes me every time I click it. Very obscure, but as brilliant as any thing ever:
How will we ever wait another month for Halloween? Celebrate it every day, obviously.