i had a pomegranate. it was both beautiful and sweet.
inside of a dog, it's too dark to read.
the jesus and mary chain, broadcast, galaxie 500, swell maps, the clean, bedhead, slowdive, my bloody valentine, sonic youth, christina rosenvinge, hope sandoval, blonde redhead, versus, the pastels, echo and the bunnymen, black tambourine, glenn branca, derek bailey, arthur russell, rhys chatham, the aislers set, belle and sebastian, pulp, heavenly, half japanese, on air library, jack kerouac's spoken word albums, bob newhart's comedy albums, '60s foreign garage comps, any international vinyl with an interesting cover, os mutantes, eydie gorme y los panchos, facundo cabral, early leonard cohen, ornette coleman, gwigwi mrwebi, ooioo, the creation, the action, harmonia, donovan, unwound, talulah gosh, low, the third velvet underground album, the first two wire albums, and any sad shit that makes me cry inside or reminds me of you.
the red balloon, chungking express, in the mood for love, harold and maude, amelie, city of lost children, daisies, charade, cleo from 5 to 7, breathless, the big lebowski, mary poppins, hoop dreams, cool hand luke, mutual appreciation, my life to live, a woman is a woman, and anything else with anna karina in it.
i want to say rushdie's midnight's children, calvino's invisible cities, burgess' a clockwork orange, hornby's high fidelity, sartre's nausea, korine's a crackup at the race riots, rulfo's pedro paramo, palahniuk's choke, kundera's identity, and bukowski's post office. but the fact of the matter is that i'm presently oscillating between things like the belly button book, the going to bed book, no no yes yes, the very quiet cricket, and easy crossword puzzle books.
you and peter sellers.