Less spaghetti, A big victorian house in D.C, Some fucking tangerines, a cheap limousine, a phone call from Ice-T, dirty talk and PCP!
These are things that i need.
Being alive; Laundromats, leather seats, concrete, dinner from a vending machine, Diet pepsi, not taking myself so seriously. The telephone, being broke, and not following my dreams.
Uni-marts and my closest friends. Boxes of wine and conversations on the couch. Jillians kitchen and being a human, and occasionally a mutant.
A downtown kind of baby. Someone with a bad haircut that lives in the city.
The kind that gets you pregnant. Just kidding.
I like movies with too much dialog, too many nobodies, and a predictable ending;
( Suburbia, Beautiful Girls, Natural Born Killers, Harold and Maude, Who framed roger rabbit, Rules of Attraction, Closer, Babes in toyland, Amelie. To name a few ..)
Anything that makes me feel better about myself. Definitely hooker documentaries. Most HBO shows; Six feet under, entourage.
Wish I read books by great modern philosophers. But I dont. I read chuck klosterman because I like how he feels about pop punk, I like vonnegut because he knows where time should be, I like huxley and his ideas about democracy, and the commercial drug. I like books about drag queens and new york city.
are not human