bohemianism

My environment reflects the life I've led, the places I've visited and the people I've loved.

But an artist, he realized. Or rather so-called artist. Bohemian. That's closer to it. The artistic life without the talent.

How would that premise stand up if he examined it? That was probably why the Communists were always cracking down on Bohemiansism. When you were drunk or when you committed adultery you recognised your own personal fallability of that so mutable substitute for the apostles' creed, the party line. Down with Bohemianism, the sin of Majakowski.

I dreamt that I took William Burrough__ penis and tied it up with piano wire. I hung him like a Chagall painting_In the next part J.G. Ballard swam through streets of female urine. The girls read his book Crash and then mowed him down with their Volkswagen, crushing his chest slowly against a brick wall. As he screamed in agony larger than representation can accommodate, they referred to his text and had orgasms. Later, they jumped up and down yelling, __ou__e not a hero. You__e not a hero. You__e not. You__e not. You__e not._ ___ow do you analyze that part of the dream, Anna?___ guess I__ nervous about my birthday.