my band DANGER OF DEATH,
smurf piss, DEATH VALLEY, early man, death set, arab on radar, sigue sigue sputnik, yes nukes, suicide, throbbing gristle, le shok, the plastics, melt banana, the locust, holy molar, nurse with wound, ex models, silver apples, black dice
COFFIN JOE, richard kern, david cronenberg, sin city, wings of desire, fear x, wild at heart, westworld, lost highway, the shining, what dreams may come, end of suburbia, surplus, the corporation, bladerunner, beyond the valley of the dolls, the day of the beast, three colours blue, raging bull, la dolce vita, intacto, blow up, 8 1/2, midnight cowboy, back to the future, videodrome, dogs in space, amelie, delicatessen, whats new pussycat?, irreversible, the aviator, american psycho
I want to see oprah winfrey fight dr. phil with weapons chosen by a studio audience. then on the new price is right, if you don't select the right amount for the car/omelette maker etc leeches will cover your entire body.
henry miller, milan kundera, J G Ballard, herman hesse, bret easton ellis, haruki murakami, J D salinger, kafka, H P lovecraft, chuck palahniuk, will self,
i saw a junky standing in the street last month. she was wearing a close fitting white tracksuit, white sneakers, and shoulder length brown curly hair with a sun visor holding it in place. she was maybe 33. anyways, she was so out of it she couldn't put one foot in front of the other - not because she was incapable, but because she was so high she just had to stand there looking at the sky rubbing her face. this went on for about fifteen minutes - sometimes she would sway backwards and forwards, looking upward the whole time as people passed her by. Then at some point she decided to do up a shoe lace - which all of this earlier swaying had been the lead up to. she didn't squat down to tie it- she just bent at the waist, and her faux junky armani wraparound sunnies slid down to the tip of her nose, making her look like some demented shoe salesperson 'we have this in size 8 madam' etc. the actual tieing part didn't really come into the equasion, as it seemed they were already tied - so she kind of toyed with them in between bouts of slipping off to sleep. So she's standing there bending over, with her nasty g-string hanging out of her white pants, and everytime she drifts off to sleep for a brief second, she jerks awake again to begin toying with the laces again - only then to drift back off to sleep. this went on for about 8 minutes until which time i had to do something. so i crossed the road and as i neared her ass swaying about in the air, i slapped it as hard as i could and kept walking. she fell on the ground and started screaming, but couldn't work out who had accosted her because she was so out of it. there was dirt all over her white tracksuit, and her faux junky armani sunnies dropped onto the pavement, but she managed to get up and started yelling at no one in particular. bored with her display by now, i decided some lunch was in order...