books, music, art, tattoos(i will always need more of all)
im fuckin done with poetry fer a while...im all poetry'ed out. looks like its time to get back to the art.
maj. rule, crucial unit, forensics, manequin, his hero is gone, exploited, voodoo glow skulls(fuck ska but these guys rock), descendents, pg. 99, pig destroyer, darkest hour, municipal waste, the karma payment plan, drop dead, isis, oxes, mr. bungle, bad religion, tom waits, devo, the clash, wake up on fire, dillinger escape plan, corn on macabre, ed gein, the locust, refused, nit pic, neurosis, hissing choir, black flag, ramones, born against, the jesus lizzard, minor threat, exosus, rats into robots, transistor transistor...and the list goes on
taxi driver....suck on this!
fuck t.v. (except fer the simpsons)
just read: candide (or optimism)-voltaire...reading now: exterminator!-burroughs
scott kirkpatrick...you are missed. you may not be with us anymore but our love fer you will never leave our hearts.UNTITLEDthe blindness of your greedy devotion, swallows the pill you call my heart. you bring me in, years gone by, i thought you knew how true i was going to be,forever, i, did, feel, free.but, the blindness of your greedy devotion, swallows the pill you call my heart. you say we'll be together in the end, you have to leave now, its too much. your trapped, not by me, not at all, but by the rest, by everything else. you cherish every moment with me, the coffee after the show, the movies on the couch, the love making in the dead of night. but, its too much. the blindness of your greedy devotion, swallows the pill you call my heart. so in the bathroom tub, you swallow your final swallow, two things, one. the pill you call my heart, oh the death you call freedom. the blindness of your greedy devotion, swallows the pill you call my heart.-scott kirkpatrick 12:06 p.m. 06/03/96