Les beaux arts, musique, clubbing, faeries, nihilism, psychology, gallery/museum drifting, hummus, travelling, photography, Johnny Depp, fashion, serial killers, weed, Kafka, Deutschland, red wine and self indulgent conversations, 80's, surrealism, dancing all night, Zim, psychedelica, K, foreign film, ag caint as Gaeilge, procrastination, writing, pink and white, oversleeping, piercing, weisbier, yoga, doodling, loud banging music, obscure bleepy music, rude sculptures, hiking, keeping people waiting, poi, beaches, anthropology, ambiguity, words, dogs, edible flowers, raves, the dawn chorus, poetry, chasing the white rabbit, knitting mittens for kittens..
ALL! Most anything of an electronic nature: psy-trance, progressive, techno, d&b, IDM, tech house, hard style, hardcore, gabba, powernoise....the HARDER the FASTER the better!!... electro, electro house, electronica, electroclash, 80's fluff and new wave silliness, noise, industrial, EBM, punk, minimal, all the mopey music of my youth, folk, jazz, the odd classical tune...
Bluhhh.. : Stanley Kubrick, Werner Herzog, David Lynch, Tim Burton, Jean Luc Godard, Nick Broomfield, Lucas Moodysson, David Cronenberg, Darren Aronofsky, Terry Gilliam, Hayao Miyazaki... (Almost) anything with Johnny Depp in... :) Zillions of foreign films with names that I can't spell..
Social theory, philosophy... Art books of any kind...ethnography, travel books... drama (Brecht, Ibsen, Wilde.. modernist especially)... Hunter S Thompson, Philip Roth, William Burroughs, Sylvia plath, Bret Easton Ellis, George Orwell. Any Irish writers - the land of literary genius!! ;).......................................................... ......."Even long after my death, Long after your death, I want to torture you. I want the thought of me, to coil around your body like a serpent of fire, without burning you.I want to see you lost, asphyxiated, wander in the murky haze woven by my desires.For you, I want long sleepless nights filled by the roaring tom-tom of storms Far away, invisible, unknown. Then, I want the nostalgia of my presence to paralyse you."(Maria Martins).................................................... ..........