Blind potatoes, livers in the shape of jesus's sandles, the pink part of a flemingo, breath and candle wax, old ladies who deal drugs and carry a piece while cashing their giro's, The Divine Dimension and Real God (as apposed to the vile egomania of all the mereley human God interpretations that litter our disgracefull sacred history. Distroying all illusions with art and theatre.
Anyone from the first 5 of the 7 known sexes, the other two can f&%k off, i'm still sore. Anybody who is not awake, asleep or dreaming right now, ok, maybe that limits things a little, anyone who has had the pole removed from their ass will do. Anyone who is ready to end all seeking.
I like any tune that use lammas in the first 4 bars. Anything blown thru a large horn after a 14 day fast, the sound of dung beetles on crackers, the big thump sound when your future self tries to visit a possible past that has become too far removed from itself to fit properly. I like the second part of the sound of a rock (or furnace) thrown into a pond full of miniture camels sewing their own lips up for the sake of propriety, oh and fireflies after somebody has admitted they used root vegtables to explore their own homosexual tendencies when they were 14.Other then that, The monkey's rendition of Beathovens chamber music 'ghosts'. Any record being rubbed up and down by polystyrine socks, pre 1950.
I have enough trouble with my own mind. I do think ground hog day is the wests answer to the mahatmaharbera.
I really like the fuzz when its first turned on and you caress it, it doesnt last though.
The Knee of Listening. Puts a final end to this tiresome obsession with all things conditional. This is for Real.
I once tied a small cape around my bell end.