Bricks. Seats. Boobs. Ears. Scribbling. Headaches. Crisps.
David Bowie. I'd shake his hand and say "David, why don't you do drugs anymore? Please, start doing drugs again. Do it for me. And the music."Who else... Larry David. The man is a genius so I'd probably be lost for words, or alternatively swear like a convulsing tourette's suffer about how good I think he is.Finally, someone to inspire me to improve.
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The plinky plonky noises I hear all day and night. I like lots of stuff but I suggest you get your own opinion as what I like is what I like and what you like, well, it's what you like. If we both liked all the same things, I'd be scared of you.Bowie, Talking Heads, Smog and Jeff Buckley though... Genius.
Not what they used to be.Citizen Kane, Amelie, Fight Club and Kingpin though... Genius.
Black box that tries to steal my soul by pumping out toxic radiation.Peep Show and Curb Your Enthusiasm though... Genius.
Curious objects aren't they? Been trying to write one and it's harder than Jordan, Wayne Rooney and Ginger Spice made it look.American Psycho though... Genius.
David Bowie. David Byrne. Larry David. Matt Stone and Trey Parker. Matt Groening. Jackson Pollock. Nick Drake. Bill Hicks. Martin Scorcese. Paul Schrader. David Fincher. Robert Zemeckis. Chuck Palahniuk. Simon Cowell. Your ma.