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Books: Easton Ellis', DeLillo's, Auster's, Orwell's, Sepulveda's, Chandler's, Dostoevskij's, Wilde's, Poe's, Fenoglio's works.And, why not, Calvin and Hobbes.

Movies: Pulp Fiction, The Snatch, Lock And Stock, Rounders, 25th Hour, Sin City, Saving Private Ryan, The Thin Red Line, Blues Brothers, Fandango, Fear And Loathing In Las Vegas, No Country For Old Men. What else? No tv, it sucks.

Music: from Pearl Jam to Groove Armada, including Daft Punk and Atmosphere.No prejudices.

Hobbies: journeys and trips, winter sports, football, swimming, reading, but smokin' weed on the hills especially.

"A cigarette is the perfect type of a perfect pleasure. It is exquisite and it leaves one unsatisfied. What more can one want?" ----------UPS hammocks/mojitos/lucky strikes/chicks/sunset light/trips on weed/electronic sound/a tribe called quest/skiing within blizzards/gettin' drunk before the party starts/afterhours/playin' strip-poker/wastin' money drinkin' alcohol/urban jungle/serious talking suddenly becoming nonsense talking/lazy rainy afternoons/trippin'to foreign countriesDOWNS losers askin'sub4sub/mugginess/chavs/bad trips/cheap wine/ugly'n'awfully made-up girls/pop music/pall mall/silly dudes with money in their pockets and cocaine in their synapses/mind pulping teenage bands/obtuse people----------Angelface, AtmposhereI love this fucking country (who feels me?)And she loved me more than I could imagineSo I waited till she slept then I stepped into trafficRan away from the backyard to drift some moreWoke up in Texas next to a liquor storeWith a woman who don't even drink alcoholBig letters "IRONY" tagged on the wallShe was named for another flat landWe had a strong back thenIn common, we had a bondThat would never see the break of dawnTo damn afraid of the queen trying to take the pawn (threw that away)Yes, yes headed out west and got undressedWith the nurture she gave me Made me trip and get obsessedThere was a lady in Los AngelesThat handled this the way the manual suggestShe turned me on to music that I never heard beforeShe told me stories from a cup I haven't leaned to pourAnd I don't know who hurt it moreProfessional journals or perpetual burn holesScarring up the dirty floor (peace)Found a hollow hole in the Colorado snowIt's like I follow anywhere el Diablo goTook a stroll with the felineAnd sat silent while the snow flakes fell into the designCan't let her dance up on top on the top floorBeen there done that What do you think it's locked for?I've lost more to my traveling soulThen I care to talk about so I'll be out, I'll be on the road(Down, down) Down in GainesvilleNo stranger to shame. Coltrain and pain pillsSometimes the ceiling's to easy to stare atBut it keeps me from a forest full of snare traps and bear trapsAnd it can't come clean without the sun beamsAnd it ain't complete without the drum beatsI can tell she don't want me "as is" Time to climb back into the van and make the back stiffAnd I had to add one more story to the infiniteAlready interwoven through a New York cigaretteEx lover and a best friend Best lover and an ex friend'll bend for alcoholic sentimentalism And the rhythm of religion on the p.a. make the people here say,"God bless the deejay"She stays to wait for a replayWhile I wonder if I'll be able to hear it from the freeway?Chicago, inside of an empty bottleThere's a thin line between gossip and gospelAnd there's a house over there near Wicker ParkWhere I found out smart was afraid of the darkHad to break a heart just to help me heal upTie a knot in the stomach just to help me seal upMake sure the demons stay beneathe the corePray for you and yours and whoever you believe in moreLook around you there's angels amongst us(Look around you there's angels amongst us)Sittin' in the rain at some sidewalk cafeHalf of her wet cigarette in the ash trayShe's tryin' to find a lost soul to saveAnd I'm a lost soul trying to find a road that's pavedKeep faith in my suitcase, pack my beliefsAngels exist, I've even seen some sleepI love this fucking country (who feels me?)And she loved me more than I could imagineSo I waited till she slept then I stepped into trafficPeace----------