you know, that thing I bother breathing for: music. dancing, yoga so I can dance more, bicycle riding so I can do more yoga and dance more, smoking to get the balance right. teaching pensioners pilates, cooking for people while they work on tracks, cheerleading for techno, mainframes, blinking lights, your health, odd creations, ducks, and farmer's markets. travel, punch cards, giggling at scientology and REALLY giggling at timecube, transistors, weird sounds, water, making myself uncomfortable, fresh juice and live sets.
people who love a playground as much as a dancefloor. people who see the dancefloor as their playground. people who work just as hard to keep us on the floor as we'll work to keep them behind the decks, their instruments, gear, installations, robots, or whatever.
I'd also like to meet someone who can make this:
bustergophechideckneaealckidgeverwingailusharkolanine - bustard stuffed with a turkey, a goose, a pheasant, a chicken, a duck, a guinea fowl, a teal, a woodcock, a partridge, a plover, a lapwing, a quail, a thrush, a lark, an ortolan and a passerine.
the weirder, the better.
the most gut-wrenching, emotional projectile-vomiting stuff that exists. I dare you to disturb me.I absolutely hate comic book adaptations.
erotic ringtone advertisements, Sturm der Liebe
see films.alan moore knows the score.
I fell in love with you, not long after you made me laugh...