All things beautifully tragic & of course, the tragically beautiful. Beat culture. Eskimo kisses. Coffee flavored everything. the Dallas fucking Cowboys. Intensity. cream eye shadow. Walking/Singing/Playing/Dancing/Kissing - anything in the rain. Falling in & out of love. The Opera. Museums. Stars. the original Nintendo Entertainment System. Scribbling. Snuggling. Tattoos. Herbal tea. Drunken debaucheries. People who are beautiful & intriguing. Philosophizing. Hand holding. Autumn. Manhattan at night.
the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!" - J. Kerouac
& a boy who loves trouble (:
that's all ♥
first &foremost, I'm runnin with the hatchet fa lifeeeee.
* If I could only listen to one album for the rest of my life, it would be: August & Everything After - Counting Crows
* The songs I sing to myself (not listen to, really sing) when I'm sad/angry/scared/anxious are: Counting Crows: 'Round Here, Black Crowes: She Talks to Angels, The Eagles: Take it Easy, and Bright Eyes: Bowl of Oranges.
Alkaline Trio. Ben Folds. Billie Holiday. Bob Marley. Bright Eyes. Buddy Holly. The Cars. CocoRosie. Counting Crows. The Cure. Dave Matthews. David Bowie. Depeche Mode. Dizzy G. Duke Ellington. Ella Fitzgerald. Elliott Smith. George Thorogood. Guns N' Roses. Grateful Dead. Hanoi Rocks. ICP (duh). Iggy & the Stooges. Jeff Buckley. Joy Division. Kings of Leon. Live. Louis Armstrong. Micheal Franti & Spearhead. Miles Davis. Mindless Self Indulgence. New Order. Prince. Psychopathic Rydas. Radiohead. Sublime. Tech N9ne. Twiztid. Ween. Wilco.
I also like to shake my ass to reggae, freestyle & oldies, and I know every single word to Twiztid's Old School Pervert; I am apt to sing it at just about any time. Some people find that odd, but I love me some ninjas. MCL ♥
i don't watch too many movies these days but i'm a sucker for a good black comedy: Heathers being at the top of my list, of course, Igby goes down is a close second, The Royal Tenenbaums. deep indie-ish movies are always fun. The Princess Bride, Natural Born Killers, True Romance, Pulp Fiction, Boondock Saints. Anything that involves unicorns: The Last Unicorn, Legend. Corny 80's flicks (read: Breakfast Club, Pretty Woman, The Goonies, Pretty in Pink, Weird Science.. you get the picture), The Craft, Chitty Chitty Bang Bang (shut up), Full Metal Jacket, Edward Scissorhands, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Don't Tell Mom the Babysitters Dead, Mermaids, Whatever Happened to Baby Jane...?
and.. and.. 70s (or 70s inspired) slasher movies, even though they scare the fuckin shit outta me ♥
Seriously, the only thing I ever really really watch on tv is the Food Network, because I'm addicted to Paula Deen, and Tyler Florence, The Ace of Cakes, any Food Network Challenge, and well, food.
Recently: House & Lost
Anything by Kerouac (my favorites: On the Road, The Dharma Bums, Big Sur). Also, most other beat writers/poets - Ferlinghetti, Burroughs, Ginsberg, Kesey, Bukowski, Hunter S. Thompson. The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test. Peter S. Beagle (The Last Unicorn, A Fine & Private Place). White Oleander. Like Being Killed. Borges's short stories. All poetry by William Blake (The Book of Thel & Daughters of Albion - xinfinity). Prozac Nation. Johnny Got His Gun, The Bell Jar. Bong Water. Valley of the Dolls. A Clockwork Orange. Philosophical ramblings of all kinds (Dostoevsky, Kafka, Nietzsche, the Dali Lama). The Bagavad-Gita. Irvine Welsh. Gregory Maguire. More more more.
caffeine. Buddha. Jack Kerouac. Audrey Hepburn. Twiggy. Diane diPrima.
the fam
my lovely mother who finally dyed her hair brown
& Bernard, the cat (RIP ♥) who hangs out in garbage bags