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Lots and lots and lots and lots of different stuff. a lot of 90's grunge & alternative, also indie rock, punk, house, blues,classic rock, some industrial, some techno-- and NOT a fan of country music or religious/christian rock, no new-wave/new-age, and for some reason the voice of Stevie Nicks makes me want to tear my hair out, so no Stevie-vocalized Fleetwood Mac.
Dangerous Liaisons, Bully, Birth, Pulp Fiction, Last Days, Fight Club, Bucket of Blood, Psycho Beach Party, Meet the Feebles, Donny Darko, Ginger Snaps, Crows, American Psycho, Run Lola Run, A Clockwork Orange, Gia, The Butterfly Effect, What the bleep do we know, Harold & Maude, Heavenly Creatures, Pretty Things, American History X, What About Bob, Arlington Road, Underworld, May, Million Dollar Hotel, Wild at Heart, Table for Three, Do the Right Thing, Hellraiser, Halloween, a bunch of others I can't think of right now...
Adult Swim! Sitcom Reruns! Talk Shows! Reality TV! E! some fav series are Strip Mall, Strangers with Candy, and, of course, The Tribe!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"...It was the thrill that got me going, but it was the money also- secret money, quick as a flash money, money that was all mine. Because my mind doesn't have to go where my body goes. My soul isn't in my mouth- but plenty of men would pay good money to be in there. I'm a nice, well-balanced girl, I told myself, a girl in search of a better life... I'm twenty-seven, nice looking. I've never minded sex and I've never had money of my own, not notes coming into your pocket quicker than they drift out- not so much that you could throw the notes up in the air and they'd flutter down around your head. You could whack men off for that sort of money- a few quick flicks of the wrist- whereas you'd have to do a job for years and the money would just slow-drip into your hands like Chinese torture, so limited and mean it slips away between your fingers before you've had any pleasure from it. This way you get to feel the notes, the fatness of them, the warm heaviness of coin in your purse. It's for me, this money- and anyway, the truth is it gets easy once you've done it a few times- you learn to put away the disgust. A person can get use to anything: think of undertakers, or those poor fuckers at the scene of the crime, or medical students. So you pluck them from the park, take them, take their money, let them go again. They're nothing to me, these men, their hearts bumping away in their jackets as they lose themselves... In the end they're gone and only the money's left behind." - 'Me and the Fat Man' by Julie Myerson. ANDPermanent Midnight, The Prophet, Desolation Angels, On the Road, Poetry and Purgatory, anything on astrology, occult, death, new age, and lots of other stuff- anything interesting.
Everyone striving to make today better than tomorrow. Those who treat others the way they'd like to be treated.