Suzanne is brilliantly creative and lives life to the fullest without concerning herself with the false trappings of a consumer-driven American culture. She's the true meaning of Christmas, and the true meaning of bohemian.
Like Suzie, that Sheridan RV Park photo is
brilliant. When is she coming out to visit the other
LA (you know, the one with swimming pools and
movie stars)? I want to know.
She is awesome, pretty smart. But she
has a new testimonial for me , if I
approve it, I will publicly announce
something that she wants to remain a
secret and it will make me
untrustworthy, if I reject her testimonial,
it would make me mean and a total
Koon, what should I do?
"If you need to visualize the soul, think of it
as a cross between a wolf howl, a photon,
and a dribble of dark molasses. But what it
really is, as near as I can tell, is a packet of
information. It's a program, a piece of
hyperspatial software designed explicitly to
interface with the Mystery. Not a mystery,
mind you, the Mystery. The one that can
never be solved. Data in our psychic
program is often nonlinear, nonhierarchical,
archaic, alive, and teeming with paradox.
Simply booting up is a challenge, if not for
no other reason than that most of us find
acknowledging the unknowable and
monitoring its intrusions upon the familiar
and mundane more than a little
embarrassing. More immediately, by waxing
soulful you will have granted yourself the
possibility of ecstatic participation in what
the ancients considered a divinely animated
universe. And on a day to day basis, folks, it
doesn't get any better than that." -- Tom
Robbins, Esquire, October 1993
Next time that I am gonna meet some
one in the bus station, I will tell
her that the first one I meet in a bus
station was a traveler, a pilgrim, who
couldn't root in any land like myself,
but unlike me wasn't trapped. I
imagine she will tell me she is a
pilgrim too, and she doesn't have a
number either and doesn't know how to
drive as well.
suzie inspired me to do a zine when i
was but a wee infant, she played me my
first elvis costello record, & she
taught me to really love a good
adventure! a toast to my favorite
bookmobile-loving hobo!!
In Chicago volunteering with the Catholic Workers.Drawing humans! Art modeling. Writing. Rabble-rousing!
Who I Want to Meet:
I want to meet everyone! Or no one in particular. Or
someone spiffy to hitch or hop freights with. Or creatives to collaborate on documentary, photo, and/or film projects with. Or a good cookers to make supper together. Or someone to teach me actual dance steps beyond my made-up ones. Or people to make me laugh till I make a public nuisance of myself. Or fantastic letter writers. Or hot, silly, fun nerds. I love hot, silly, fun nerds. As well as fakesters. So go ahead, friendster me, I dare you...s2@bust.com
THANK YOU FOR NOT SAYING "AWESOME"
Suzanne's Media Box
FORGIVE ME WHEN I WHINE :(
Today, upon a bus,
I saw a girl with golden hair.
And wished I was as fair.
When suddenly she rose to leave,
I saw her hobble down the aisle.
She had one leg and wore a crutch.
But as she passed, she smiled.
Oh God, forgive me when I whine..
I have two legs the world is mine.
I stopped to buy some candy.
The lad who sold it had such charm.
I talked with him, he seemed so glad.
If I were late, it `d do no harm.
And as I left, he said to me,
"I thank you, you've been so kind.
You see," he said, "I `m blind"
Oh God, forgive me when I whine.
I have two eyes the world is mine.
I saw a child with eyes of blue.
He stood and watched the others play.
He did not know what to do.
I stopped a moment and then I said,
Why don't you join the others, dear?"
He looked ahead without a word.
And then I knew. He couldn't hear.
Oh God, forgive me when I whine.
I have two ears the world is mine.
With feet to take me where I `d go.
With eyes to see the sunset's glow.
With ears to hear what I'd know.
Oh God, forgive me when I whine. I have been blessed indeed, the world is mine
brilliant. When is she coming out to visit the other
LA (you know, the one with swimming pools and
movie stars)? I want to know.
has a new testimonial for me , if I
approve it, I will publicly announce
something that she wants to remain a
secret and it will make me
untrustworthy, if I reject her testimonial,
it would make me mean and a total
Koon, what should I do?
as a cross between a wolf howl, a photon,
and a dribble of dark molasses. But what it
really is, as near as I can tell, is a packet of
information. It's a program, a piece of
hyperspatial software designed explicitly to
interface with the Mystery. Not a mystery,
mind you, the Mystery. The one that can
never be solved. Data in our psychic
program is often nonlinear, nonhierarchical,
archaic, alive, and teeming with paradox.
Simply booting up is a challenge, if not for
no other reason than that most of us find
acknowledging the unknowable and
monitoring its intrusions upon the familiar
and mundane more than a little
embarrassing. More immediately, by waxing
soulful you will have granted yourself the
possibility of ecstatic participation in what
the ancients considered a divinely animated
universe. And on a day to day basis, folks, it
doesn't get any better than that." -- Tom
Robbins, Esquire, October 1993
one in the bus station, I will tell
her that the first one I meet in a bus
station was a traveler, a pilgrim, who
couldn't root in any land like myself,
but unlike me wasn't trapped. I
imagine she will tell me she is a
pilgrim too, and she doesn't have a
number either and doesn't know how to
drive as well.
was but a wee infant, she played me my
first elvis costello record, & she
taught me to really love a good
adventure! a toast to my favorite
bookmobile-loving hobo!!
drunken table top no shirt thing.
because I promise it wont happen again.
no for real.