Link, the chosen one.
Zelda. Zombies. Cigarettes. Drinks. Especially free ones. Working. Sex. The Office. Heroes. The color pink. Plaid. The British. Thunderstorms. Girls. Skinny, white boys. Trashy people. Geeks. Cherry bombs. Gypsys. Lemon drops. PBR. Music. Movies. Singing. Showers. Baths. The word cunt. Stella. Body modifications. Evolved Body Art. My dolls. Pinups. Vintage shit. I like some other shit, but really, I just want to smoke, drink and fuck. And maybe meet an honest person along the way.
My Sydney Carton.
He was there... His car was parked there in the same gas station, all dressed in green, dark green.
I couldn't move my head, but I was watching him in the mirror.
Oh, it was horrible!
His face was sort of erased, but I knew he was looking at me.
Two invisible eyes, two invisible and monstrous eyes.
M83. I would fuck the hell out of them. Both.
The honest. The drunk. The tired. The weak.
The tattooed. The pierced.
The confused. The helpless.
And maybe some hot broads and gypsy punks.
Family.
Sister.
Cousin.
Stepmom.
My other Family.
New School.
Old School.
Baby Love.
My Valencia.
The Roommates.
OMG BFF.
Meow.
Not Megan.
My favorite people.
I have TOO MANY goddamn friends.
RIP Blake.
Scully.
Cleveland.
Princess.
Twin.
Owner.
Young Blood.
Old school.
Pocket Rocket.
Little Bear.
Teddy Bear.
Cocktease.
hello.sarah.
Ex-Love.
High Fidelity.
Cake Hater.
Beer run.
Platos.
Me minus a.
Ginger.
The Boy.
Sleaze.
Young punk.
Bowie Fan.
My White Girl.
See all the rest of these fuckers...
The skyline was beautiful on fire. All twisted metal stretching upwards. Everything washed in a thin orange haze.
I said: "kiss me, you're beautiful--these are truly the last days."
You grabbed my hand and we fell into it like a daydream or a fever.
I wanna scream, 'Fuck you Lucy.'
But the problem is I love you Lucy. So instead I'ma finish my drink and have another. While you think about how you used to be my lover.
Atmosphere. Neutral Milk Hotel. Portishead. The Cure. The Beatles. M83. Elliott Smith. Godspeed You! Black Emperor. Sigur Ros. Yann Tierson. Radiohead. MC Chris. Tom Waits. Atmosphere. Gogol Bordello. RJD2. Tiger Army. Ratatat. The Dwarves. Soul Position. Danzig. Led Zeppelin. Some Misfits. Bloc Party. Evergreen Terrace. X. Dessert Sessions. Blueprint. Johnny Cash. Iron and Wine. Ladytron. Nouvella Vague. HORSE the Band. Yann Tierson. Pirate. Blanche. Lady Sovereign. Air. Phil Collins. The Decemberists. Jeff Buckley. Jay-Z. Underhero.
There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman; some kind of abstraction. But there is no real me: only an entity, something illusory. And though I can hide my cold gaze, and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable... I simply am not there.
American Psycho. Oldboy. Green Street Hooligans. Layer Cake. High Fidelity. 28 Days Later. Shawn of the Dead. Little Miss Sunshine. Life Aquatic. Kill Bill. But I'm a Cheerleader. Pulp Fiction. Everything is Illuminated. Shop Girl. The Royal Tenenbaums. Eternal Sunshine and the Spotless Mind. Taxi Driver. Hackers. Valley Girl.
There's an old Italian saying: you fuck up once, you lose two teeth.
The Sopranos. Heroes. The Office. Scrubs. Weeds. House. Awesometown. Desperate Housewives. The L-Word. The Colbert Report. The Daily Show. My Name is Earl. Sex and the City. Degrassi. Porn. Coupling. The British Office. The Robinsons. Metalocalypse. Aqua Teen.
I am a disappointed drudge, sir. I care for no man on earth, and no man on earth cares for me.
A Tale of Two Cities. The Martian Chronicles. The Perks of Being a Wallflower. Catcher in the Rye. Fight Club. Things Fall Apart. Choke. Dante's Inferno. Hamlet. A Midsummer Night's Dream. Macbeth. The Fuck-up. Memoirs of a Geisha. Invisible Monsters. The Witch of Blackbird Pond. The Trial.
I always had disturbing dreams from when I was a child. Seeing that they disturb me, I might as well make money from it.
Michel Gondry. Danny Trejo. Exene Cervenka. Beth Gibbons. Sluts. Drunks. Whores.