charts, graphs, flags, permanent elimination of the 60 cycle hum. i really really really really like psychedelic stuff. VERY psychedelic. Surreal. not like grateful dead hippie dippie tie die crap. pictures, music, clothes, movies, all that stuff - psychedelic. hit me with some naked melting purple ladies with long hair an' shit wearing a thousand miniature vaccuum cleaners for belts and telephone shaped pillows for hats. magritte's, dali's... you know. that's what i'm about.
i'll change my mind tomorrow.
someone with a time machine. or a teleporter. or both.
girls with insatiable urges to buy me socks (black). i guess it doesn't have to be girls, but guys buying me socks seems kinda weird.
the monks, john cale's Paris 1919, the chameleons, six by seven, sabbath, marvin, dylan, the boss, the furs, shoegazerishishish. the more delay, the better. and sad songs. i like a lot of those.
poopy chase in the oddy control room
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baseball. yes, really.
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"everything is pouring in, the switching moves of boxcars in that little alley which is so much like the alleys of Lowell and I hear far off in the sense of coming night that engine calling our mountains.
But it was that beautiful cut of clouds I could always see above the little S.P. Alley, puffs floating by from Oakland or the Gate of Marin to the north of San Jose south, the clarity of Cal to break your heart. It was the fantastic drowse and drum hum of lum lum afternoon nothing' to do...â€
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