snuff films, substance abuse, loud music and near-death experiences are all i need to keep me hangin on.
lou reed. the ghost of hunter s. thompson. my future life partner. you, probably, and also your mom.radicals, freaks, nihilists, weirdos, animate objects, people with gigantic thumbs, people that don't spell "boy" with an i, artists, vagabonds, hippies, poets, musicians, bohemians, ambiguous queers and flaming faggots, lipstick lesbians and raging bulldykes, beatniks, buddhas, mystics, spiritual explorers, seekers of truth and beauty, lovers of nature, people that believe in magic, people who believe that rules should be bent without moderation, innies and outies, furries, gypsies, cult leaders, acidheads and shroomers, snorters of yayo and smokers of grass, ninjas and samurais, truck drivers, mass murderers, and all those other rare individuals that can stimulate my mind and arouse my interest.
i eat, drink, breathe, piss, shit, exhale and vomit music. situated directly below, for your viewing pleasure, is my own last week's top ten:
in addition to music, literature is one the few things i take seriously. i dig henry miller, hunter thompson, charles bukowski, jack kerouac, don delillo, william s. burroughs, tom robbins, dostoevsky, robert pirsig, et al, and also eastern philosophy and religious works, and porno mags.