I am entirely occupied by avoiding doing the things that I know that I need to do and actually want to do, but I also enjoy reading black history.
A near-mint Kawasaki K100, the sun, a bigger apartment, abilities, bill callahan, countries in south america, africa, california, the desert. I want to meet some people to play basketball in the LES with, people who never thought heroin was cool, people who aren't stuck up artists, people that like people. I especially want to meet people whose apartments look like a bunch of junk shops threw up. Oh yeah, and I want to meet anyone with hookups to awesome NYC parties. Also, if you speak another language that is a plus. This still holds true. Shining beacons of magnificence are welcome, as are shining bacons of magnificence.
I can still listen to Crass for hours and be psyched. Lots of Muslimgauze and Spacemen 3 lately.
Faces, the Conformist, the Graduate, Times Square, Desperate Teenage Lovedolls, Out of the Blue, any movie with runaways, Purple Rain.
Fishing with John, Twin Peaks (doye), YouTube videos of Japanese TV
One Flew Over the Cuckoos Nest, The Autobiography of Malcom X, The Autobiography of Angela Davis, The Autobiography of Marianne Faithfull, the semi-autobiographical works of Violette LeDuc and Nathalie Sarraut, the post-punk memoirs of Lisa Crystal Carver, and that Germs book that came out. I enjoy pretending to read Genet. Currently reading"Party Out of Bounds: The B-52s, Pylon, and the kids who rocked Athens, GA" because my friends rule.
Even though I think she's kind of a cunt.
sonic youth, genesis p-orridge, the germs, michael gira, chan marshall (shh), benjamin smoke, jean genet, bukowski, miranda july, calvin johnson, lisa crystal carver, randall fritz, the black lips. Everybody who knows me knows k. klein is number one in my book.