when i read hakim bey for the first time, it was the person who gave me permission to live my own life, to fill my own time, to do what i wanted to do, to read or go to a movie or play a game or walk around or talk or fuck around on the computer or listen to music or take fotos or jerk off or travel or try to be a monk or or or/instead of working, grinding, living to some hegemonic corperate discourse.

he made me happy, b/c he gave me time.

here is a really good article about him.
http://brooklynrail.org/spotlight/july04/wilson.html
(btw--never underestimate the vital revolutionary tendencies of jerking off, esp. to squiddies, hey let yr squiddy do it for you, tentacles are massively tenshile)