Sometimes I don't understand myself, but I like justifying it by proclaiming my whole existence to be some sort of a walking oxymoron. Friends claimed I'm too far removed from the norm, but I'm fine with it. Contemporary society is drowning in superficiality and consumerism anyway. That said, don't worry. I'm still a teenage dirtbag, just like you.
I DON'T ASK FOR MUCH.
ipod (classic).
macbook.
klipsch speakers.
brian haner jr.
a vintage remington typewriter.
a clock that ticks backwards.
MUSIC. MY MORPHINE.
dying to say this to you.
-THE SOUNDS
idealism.
-DIGITALISM
40 seasons.
-SKID ROW
out of the woods.
-TRACEY THORN
never mind the bollocks.
-THE SEX PISTOLS
yes, Virginia.
-THE DRESDEN DOLLS
until there's nothing left of us.
-KILL HANNAH
lies for the liars.
-THE USED
sex is not the enemy.
-GARBAGE
nuages du monde.
-DELERIUM
awake.
-SECONDHAND SERENADE
for never and ever.
-KILL HANNAH
the divine wings of tragedy.
-SYMPHONY X
WATCH ONLY THE GOOD STUFF.
The Godfather
Scarface
Ginger Snaps
Chinatown
Blow
Goodfellas
Hotel Rwanda
The Virgin Suicides
Gia
Little Children
The Basketball Diaries
Requiem For A Dream
Pulp Fiction
American Gangster
Napoleon Dynamite
Bowling for Columbine
A Clockwork Orange
Ears Open, Eyes Click
Amores perros
The Painted Veil
2 days in Paris
My Own Private Idaho
Transamerica
Sophie Scholl
Phantasmagoria
The U.S. vs John Lennon
District B13
Rent
Monster
Nosferatu, eine Symphonie des Grauens
The Rocky Horror Picture Show
AU REVOIR.
