Self-indulgence and nicotine. Crazy Ass Brunettes, I like bangin' wood and wires every couple of six months, getting laid is cool, mayhem, destruction, silver jewelry, late night shopping sprees, John Malkovich, South of Delancey, The REAL Living Ham, sleeping under the BQE, incense, loud motorbikes, fast airplanes, the OLD Hannibal Square, HARLEY-MOTHERFUCKING-DAVIDSON, sleepwalking, black magik, casting spells and setting fires.
A bird with wings of gold. She moves like lava, slow and deathly pale, all fucked up and crazy fire-eyed. I open my eyes to the back of her head and fall like a punch drunk sailor into the warmth of her hair and heartbeat...goddamn, my blood stops cold in my veins and, at that moment, I know I've arrived- KING OF THE WORLD. Come find me...
The innocent shall suffer big time.
Angel Heart, King of New York, Pope of Greenwich Village, Inside Jennifer Welles, Fastest Indian in the World, Johnny Handsome, Taxi Driver, Diner, Bad Lt., At Close Range, SPUN ("Ask not what you can do for the pussy") Clockwork Orange, To Live and Die In LA, Easy Rider, Midget Wrestling Vids, Reservoir Dogs, Blue Velvet and more.
No, I don't own one.
I've read a few.
Those who tweak and dudes with like 5000 hot chicks as "friends"....duh.