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‘Fanfu*kingtastic’ Doesn’t this word even l

‘Fanfu*kingtastic’

Doesn’t this word even look good? You can hear the fireworks coming from behind. Or see them in the form of shooting stars — one by one, here and there, six at once — in the dream you had last night. Silence. Deep in the night. Both in the dream and in real life. A sky full of stars. Kinda like the starry night sky you photographed last year from a cliff overlooking the Mediterranean Sea. The rebellious spirit of life. Takes you to paradise. The universe becomes intimate instead of abstract. In the vastness of it all, you find home.

Mmm, I wish I could capture this scent life has when you open the door and — boom — step onto your balcony, into your garden, into the world. The sun says good morning as it steps onto your balcony, into your garden, into the world as well, and you see each other. The smell, with its sensual undertones, stirs life in every cell. Day after day. Softness that intoxicates. Day after day. Mmm. A day full of electricity in the air. Free of resistance, that is, bambini. Full of all the elements, but ignited by the sun and the wind. Today. A swooshy kind of day. The modern rock’n’roll baby undertone you naturally carry. Softness, yes. And edge.

The people who like Twin Peaks are party people. What a good mix of words, right?

It was none other than David Lynch who said it. My heart skipped a beat and opened to receive it. For baby me. Uh-we. I used to watch Twin Peaks from behind the couch in the living room my family watched it from. No one forbade me from watching it — kudos mom and dad, I must have been around eight; but sitting there properly did not feel cozy to me. Something in it was so terrifying that I refused to sleep alone in a room for years, until life eventually transported me into an apartment alone. (Of course it’s better when you’re with someone you like and you’re watching Eddie Murphy interviews with Johnny Carson, Dick Cavett and David Letterman.) Something in me, however, was bigger than fear, it seems. I continued to watch. The thrill of feeling that feeling was bigger. Curiosity mixed with mental fascination.

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The chain of events that

The chain of events that

‘Sweet’ Is what the lion entering our courtya

‘Sweet’

Is what the lion entering our courtyard looks like. Heat up and get loose is what I enter instantly as the moment unfolds effortlessly. Heat up and get loose — but wrap it up in a Jack Nicholson smile.

'Heat up and get loose' is what Jack Nicholson once advised Kobe Bryant before a game, after asking him for an autograph.

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‘If You Are What You Say You Are’ A superstar

‘If You Are What You Say You Are’

A superstar
Then have no fear
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It’s easy to shine in the light. It’s hard to shine in the dark. And, sometimes, shining feels impossible no matter what — when the world would hunt you and kiss you just for being who you are, as the Creature says. Oops, that just happened indeed. The universe has its mysterious ways we cannot but be in awe of, and surrender to.

When an idea that feels far more exciting than drifting arrives, reaching for the pen and paper comes naturally — or not, but you do it anyway. You know you’re in for a thrill. You’re entering a world full of wonder, and whatever the tone of the idea — happy or sad — you get happy. I know I do. It’s a feeling of unlimited everything. You don’t think about anything, and yet your thoughts align perfectly with who you are.

Time does its thing and I feel this… this… What is this? Like something’s missing. All the stuff running through my head. My body. And then, time stops. No more time keeping time. Life would this, life would that. Something…I don’t even think about. It’s not on the tip of my tongue. It’s real, but intangible. Just like magic. And then it strikes me. Ugh, I miss laughing. The kind of laughing you don’t have even the tiniest second to think about — suddenly, out of nowhere, you’re laughing. Fast on your feet. That’s the trick with naturally. It cuts through the liminal space and touches that specific chord of yours that is, on top of it all, invisible. Only to bring you back into the liminal space. And make you fall in love.

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The camera’s here
And the microphones
And they wanna know oh oh oh oh
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