Vague Insanty 047

I've been doing this breathing, banana-eating thing for quite awhile now, and I've come to the realization that what the world needs is more rechargeable batteries. If I could recharge my energy like a rechargeable battery, I would become Ultraman.

Sure, I can already do that through the process of sleep and relaxation, but I need something more interesting. I need electric dreams with pure reality interface and a small monkey named Pedro to guide me through the nightmarish visions.

Monkeys are like spirit guides, but hairier.

And so I will go through the magical land of the digits and pixels and I will emerge a superhuman with odd sandwich eating abilities and then I will drive a Vespa and kiss lots of Italian chicks... it's my destiny.

And until then I will wander around the taco stand, trying, and failing to impress women with my elementary Spanish speaking abilities, and then I will read a really sad article in Omni magazine and cry for three days.

It's just my thing, you know?