Build a wall of books between us in our bed

Remember when I was so strange and likeable

Appetite for Destruction*

Casual vandalism, petty theft. Down with fashion, up with passion. Rhyming doesn't make you cool.

*Hate myself for Guns 'N Roses reference.

Fear, lust, wonder, nausea, mystery

Suspiria

Nausea

I saw the actress colliding with her instrument panel, the steering column buckling with the weight of her heavy-breasted thorax; her slim hands, familiar from a hundred panel games, feinting with the razor-sharp louvres of the ash-tray and instrument clusters; her self-immersed face, idealized in a hundred close-ups, three-quarter profile lit by the most flattering light densities, striking the upper rim of the steering wheel; her nasal bridge crushed, upper incisors driven back through her gums into her soft palate.

Her mutilation and death became a coronation of her image at the hands of a colliding technology, a celebration of her individual limbs and facial planes, gestures and skin tones.

J.G. Ballard, Crash

When I'm With You I Have Fun

The sky outside my house on a Saturday night. A strange number just called my phone but I was too late. I pretended to be glum as a trick but then I made it real.

If your number begins 351, call me.