i dont know if i really hate everything in life or if im just enthralled by it. i mean, come on.. i love things that transcend the fabrics of time and taste but everyone is in such a rush to label and pigeon hole everything. i like to think im much more versatile than the average twat, but i guess thats far too complicated for some.
i like peanuts.
im so interested in getting away from this mediocre existence. im such a tool. i love puns. all liquor fucks me up. i quit smoking. bad music. driving aimlessly into the night. the bay area. bad movies. good movies. the art of karaoke. leopard, zebra print, vinyl. playing dress up constantly. the macabre side of life. mexican rockabilly paramedic fetish. the photographic. old pope. cephalopods and tattoos (together?).
a combination of the amazing and the grotesque
messed up movies of the necrophilic pursuation, bad 80s movies, indie cult films and wierd shit that only art students would like. crispin glover meets breakin' 2.
futurama, heroes, scrubs, er. the classic arts showcase, squid week on the discovery channel, shows about serial killers, trauma or cosmetic surgery, bridezillas is my god, next to the food network.
mostly non-fiction books of the morbid kind; barthes and photographic philosophies, history through photographs, anything about abnormalities, fetishes, circus sideshows.. you know, the good stuff.
my sister is my muse, ducky doolittle, the guy with no shins a la cotton hill down by the mexican border, my dad.if you get why justin timberlake is my number one, then you're my hero, because you've figured me out.