"They [Bohemians] rejected the pursuit of wealth by living solely for art and literature's sake, pursuing their passions regardless of whether they gained income, which they usually did not."

-- quote from some website i just googled, i'm sure they don't care.

The more I think about things, the more I feel like there's a Bohemian inside of me, that the demon I had imagined my inner struggle being against was in actuality an ancestral DNA strand. A quarter Bohemian, twenty five cents Italian, and a half dollar in mutt. How Bohemian is that, the sense of love without societal constrictions creating a mutt spawn? I suppose this is narcissistic banter at it's most hidden state ("most" being narcissistic in itself).

Anyway, to cut it short, I can't imagine a life ahead of me at all. I recently found claiming itself to be an online Bohemian Cafe, a last ditch effort to resurrect the culture of artists and writers meeting at cafes to discuss and inspire, while being able to work a bit enough to live on.

This now sounds somewhat like the occasional cafe that has a poetry slam night or something. I guess I don't want it to be that cheesy. Fuck. I'm frustrated. It will probably, unfortunately, be that cheesy.

Anyway, I would like to own and run a real Bohemian Cafe. Not necessarily with Bohemian food, but with the same ideals and same inspirational values. If anyone can find more information about something like this, let me know.