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...-Jack Kerouac
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Blackalicious, Broadcast, Serge Gainsbourg, New Lands, The Futureheads, Kula Shaker, Gold Streets, Pretenders, Pulp, Of Montreal, Suede
Dazed and Confused, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, Chungking Express, Ali: Fear Eats the Soul, Breakfast at Tiffany's, Caberet, Lawrence of Ariabia, Ghost World, In The Mood for Love
in the time of butterflies, madam bovary, pattern recognition, nine stories, the unbearable lightness of being, jesus' son, denis johnson, allen ginsberg