first and formost, my son, Ewan, as will always be. -and in no other order- photography is my only possesion based obsession, and fuck me am i obsessed. but i am damn good at it though so i can justify all the thousands i've spent on equipment (literally...shit) CLUBBING!-all nighters, dirty metal clubs, TECHNO! amazing djs, crazy people and dancing my happy little head off. singing, playing guitar (getting progressively worse at, i hasten to add...i do feel for my beautiful neglected schecter)
kate beckinsale on the underworld set mmmh raa raa raa! ............................................................ .......................................................... oh and this emo nob girl(below you dumb fuck). so i could share my pain and like, tell her about my pit of black dispair and solitude, and how when i cut my face off the blood feels cold on my skull, then i put my face on upside down to like, remember the suffering you caused when you told me that you like, didnt love me, and like my heart broke in two and it rained blood for like a week, a week in december, or maybe fall. even the trees made me sad because you look like a tree. now all i see is that black hole of loneliness and pain... only this girl knows the pain i feel every day (please dont take any of that seriously or i'll kill you)........................................................ ............................................................ .............................................. .. width="425" height="350" ..
Techno, metal(most types), general alt., industrial, rave, acid, house. some EBM/gothic...and any well mixed mess of all the above MARK EG!
scrubs, futurama, simpsons, family guy, american dad, top gear (clarkson and hampster go ooonn!) red dwarf.. and as above laziness prevents the listing of any more
anne rice stuff, anything horrifically violent, read american psycho, the 'guy and dog murder in the street' part and you'll understand how my imagination works.
your mom...no, really..she's ace, top bloke, shit.. i mean lass