Excuse me, may I blow your mind?
Yes. Yes you can. Yes yes yes. Please tell me things. I like
your words and here is a notebook, please fill it
for me. Here is a pen, here is my e-mail address.
Here are pictures and here are memories. Please tell me what you think. Please tell me everything.
If I sent you a notebook, would you fill it for
me?
I have become a people whore. I am greedy, I want
to know about everyone and all of humanity. I want a
small documentation of the worlds of difference we
carry around in ourselves, limited by skin. Do you know how many
secrets die? I want to keep track of this. I want to
document your thoughts. You do it for me.
I would like to get every human to the coffee
shop, one at a time.
Please would you start now. Here is a chair and here
is my head, tilted inquisitively. Here I am, ready to
be taken aback by everything life has to offer. Please
would you be everything you are, just yourself in entirety, quirks and jerks and you. Be respectful but blow my mind. I will take one ticket please to whatever you have to say please keep talking.
Please tell me everything, I do not expect to understand but I am hungry and would you blow my mind?