Random Stupidity. Premeditated incompetance.
I'd like to meet everyone. I'd like to forget I met them and meet them again so they can attribute my short term memory to the irreparable damage that years of unabashed corporate employment has provided me. I want a clone of each suicide girl. God and the Devil drink orange juice together in my endless eternal sunshine.
Yeah, music works. I've yet to meet an artist who isn't a slave to their music appetites.
If you've got it in you - chat me up about David Lynch, Tobe Hooper, D. Arnofski, and Finchner type jazz. I like movies with style and atmosphere - ever see Center of the World? Ever wonder how Kubrick's Eyes Wide Shut was supposed to be edited?
Once I took alot of acid and watched the Poltergiest flicks 1 & 2 in a row. Mind-blowing. I've got a few scripts in me I have to get out one of these days.
Ok, I'm a Tarantino geek too. Seems characters from different storylines intermingle sometimes. Also, If you haven't learned of the 'rumored' back story of Pulp-Fiction; Inside the suitcase was Marcelleus Wallace's soul (band-aid on back of neck was a scar from when the devil removed it); Suitcase combo - 666; Vince Vega started having troubles because he refused to believe that he and Jules were spared by a miracle. Watch it again. Fuckin cool.
TV is processed afterthought. I use it for movies (see above).
I do most of my reading ... I like sketchbooks. I like those cool bibles with holes in em where you can hide your stash.
People who help to tame the god/money/social-status machine that eats many of us alive.