Reading, writing, music. Drinking and smoking.
Looking truth in the eye and telling it to get fucked.
Describing your bellybutton isn't fun it's shite
''The poet becomes a seer through a long, immense, and reasoned derangement of all the senses. All shapes of love suffering, madness. He searches himself, he exhausts all poisons in himself, to keep only the quintessences. Ineffable torture where he needs all his faith, all his superhuman strength, where he becomes among all men the great patient, the great criminal, the great accursed one--and the supreme Scholar! For he reaches the unknown! ....So the poet is actually a thief of Fire.''
Rimbaud