an asian ultra violet

i plan on dying my hair purple today utilising the natural techniques specified by french heiress isabelle du confresne aka "ultra violet" in her autobiography famous for 15 minutes. after reading the book, i was inspired by the intrepid ingenuity of this warholian superstar in transformation of the wild self. i am bored. i am gray. and there's nothing like emulating a stale and banal glorified vibe of the 60's. others immerse themselves in ferlinghetti, ginsberg, and kerouac while i take the physical manifestations of 60's warholian pop underground culture. it's a phase every "counter culture" youth must follow i suppose. although i have never felt that i qualified as "counter culture" and only recently have i realized that i am perceived as "indie rock". but in reality i like thrift store apparel for its economic advantages and original clothing and i don't like mainstream music because as a "classically trained"musician i think it actually really sucks. poetry, tonality, progressions, quality... everything. and i've been a bookworm since the age of 5 so that's nothing new. apparantley, this is ideal qualification for the indie-rock-counter-culture-youth scene. however, i feel that to claim this identity would be a false one. i'm just weird. with a highly lucrative and imaginative mind that sometimes sees the mothman in the window occasionally. any categorization is completely incidental to what is hip to the hipsters at the current place in time. classification has actually made me lifeless, deprived, and apathetic. i'm scared i'm going to pierce something again.