taking psychadelic jaunts to chickentown and the occasional pork pie, as long as its not too greasy. planning mass murders and opening crates of ale, swaggering round corners, creation with my comrades and that beautiful english sky.
karly pilkington, trevor lock, syd barrett and damon and curtis.
patti smith on crack and steve marriot with neverending lungs.
yeah yeah yeah she's m.i.a.
joy division but never new order, the smiths, nirvana, yeah yeah yeahs, the slits, pulp, peaches, artics, pixies, the kinks, libs, css, dylan, suede, aphex twin, blur and all things albarn and coxon, devo, the man in black, gang of four echo & the bunnymen, the clash, all the marleys, the doors, jesus and mary chain, velvet underground, syd barrett, lennon but not mccartney, the zombies, david bowie, radiohead, public enemy, these new puritans and those rolling stonessss.
anything with woody allen or vinz.
something citing.
rudya and yossarian. will they ever leave meeeeeeeee
people who piss in the shower