We spend full days in bed. During which, I like to explore the different sounds I can make by slapping one part if his body with another part of his body.
Just normal girlfriend/boyfriend stuff, y'know.
Bath time with Matthew Pitchford. Cuppa tea with one big sugar, or two small ones. Pinched harmonics. Avocados. Marlboro lights. Jean Paul Sartre + existentialism. A good whiskey. My hip to waist ratio. Riffs that make the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. Multiple orgasms. The smell of petrol. Floria Sigismondi. Always being asked "are you from this country?".
A life coach.
At the moment it's a bit of:
Retch.
Beneath The Massacre.
Revenance.
Jig Ai.
Lust of Decay.
Digested Flesh.
Images of Violence.
Dripping.
Necrotic Disgorgement.
And anything I can shake my moneymaker to.
Requiem For A Dream.
Itchi The Killer.
Battle Royale.
Howl's Moving Castle.
American Psycho.
The Maschinist.
The Shawshank Redemption.
Momento.
Pulp Fiction.
Secretary.
Constantine.
True Romance.
Sunshine.
American History X.
This is England.
That soft porn you get on the Sci Fi channel after 11.
The Hitch Hikers Guide To The Galaxy series.
The Discworld Series.
An Interview with a Vampire.
The Dark is Rising series.
The Talisman.
Wuthering Heights.
Flowers in the Attic.