Bohemia

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To days of inspiration. Playing hookie, making something out of nothing. The need to express. To communicate. To going against the grain. Going insane. Going mad. To loving tension, no pension. To more than one dimension. To starving for attention. Hating convention, hating pretension. Not to mention of course. Hating dear old mom and dad. To riding your bike. Midday past the three- piece suits. To fruits to no absolutes. To Absolute- to choice. To the Village Voice. To any passing fad. To being an us-for once-, instead of a them. To hand-crafted beers made in local breweries. To yoga, to yogurt, to rice and beans and cheese. To leather, to dildos, to curry vindaloo. To huevos rancheros and Maya Angelou. Emotion, devotion, to causing a commotion. Creation, vacation. Mucho masturbation. Compassion, to fashion, to passion when it's new, To Sontag. To Sondheim. To anything taboo. Ginsberg, Dylan, Cunningham and Cage. Lenny Bruce. Langston Hughes. To the stage. To Uta. To Buddha . Pablo Neruda, too. Why Dorothy and Toto went over the rainbow: To blow off Auntie Em. Bisexuals, trisexuals, homo sapiens, Carcinogens, hallucinogens, men, Pee Wee Herman, German wine, turpentine, Gertrude Stein, Antonioni, Bertolucci, Kurosawa, Carmina Burana, To marijuana, To sodomy, It's between God and me. To S & M. La vie Boheme