N A T U R E. Brush strokes. Knocking you up and then knocking you out. Dismantling my reality. Dancing with the arms of ticking clocks. Or just straight dance.
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I like to make music and have an admiration for drum and piano/key/organ duos or music that can shred, break beats, or plays beautiful harmonics. Claps, noise, yelling, sing-a-longs, one man accordions, synth machines, tin cans, roots, carousels, and rattling leaves are a plus. Lyrics, not a must.
From the top of my head: the holy mountain, stigmata, a clockwork orange, 21 grams, me you and everyone we know, hidden inside mountains, benjamin smokes, and how to draw a bunny. And of course all those Tatou movies.
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Read everyday. And just so you know, I loathe Bukowski anything and Plato's views on the canon and nature and artists. Poetry is a must and anything in regards to politics is a plus.