British seaside towns, foggy nights, after dark and Milo the cat
"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!""
Boys with loud guitars, girls with floaty voices and computers that sound dirty. ....
Picnic at Hanging Rock, The Story of O and anything by David Lynch
No thank you
Only posh books or dumb magazines
Elizabeth Siddall