don't laugh. okay, you ready? learning to rap. no, seriously. no, don't laugh i'm serious. i want to be good at it. honestly.
I'd like to meet:
i'd like to meet the man who took my tooth and get it back, the loathsome dentist telling me from under his mustache, through his concealing and spiteful mask "we need to make room for more to come in." guess what you filthy sons-a-bitch, NO MORE GREW IN! now i got a gap in my mouth and a void in my confidence. i'd like to spit outta the whole where the tooth once was into his visionless eye, how dare he predict and predicate my future...that was a GROWN UP TOOTH! i'd like to meet him and make his sons fatherless, make him regret the burden of a smileless boy. maybe that would straighten out my crooked smirk, my ever conscious grin. retribution. I'd like to bite down on his arm with my uneven, dog-like snare of a mouth and rip my head side to side. sit, sedate and restrain him down in that chair and blind him with that clean heavenly light as he counts backwards from ten and wakes with gauze filled mouth and a thousand needles jetting from his chest that bristle like porcupine quills at every panting, cowardice, whimper of breath. ask him how he felt and as he murmured through the cotton balls and mucusy blood and OF COURSE not understanding him i would say, "we need to make room for more teeth to come him," and punch out all his pearly whites with a vengeful sledge hammer. I'd then find my favorite tooth of his and put it into my mouth and laugh in his regretful and conquered shell of a sunken face as i parted the office.
Music:
bands that are real like these: spinal tap, strange fruit, eddie and the cruisers, stillwater, the wonders, circus monkey, the lone rangers, steel dragon, Wyld Stallyns, the beets, B. rabbit, the california raisins, mc pee pants, the kinky wizards, the pinheads, the venus in furs featuring curt wild, zack attack, and anything by brak or zorak. aside from those maybe pink floyd, zeppelin, tom petty, dwight yoakam, or bone, crucial conflict, quasimoto, air, kings of leon. i need a fan on when i sleep.
Movies:
not war movies nor movies set on the sea, not movies of space travel, monsters or aliens, nothing concerning the desert. maybe movies where willows sweep and fences creak, regardless of reviews or recommendations, it needs shadows and a lurking presence, a ominous menace - a movie where a kid rips his jeans.
Television:
ROSEANNE - ALWAYS, how man times do i have to tell you that?
Books:
no prior convictions. i've never been arrested. never worn handcuffs. not me, you must be thinking of my dad.
Heroes:
from the beginning it was my mothers father (papa) but as i grew it became the teenage mutant ninja turtles, from there i became more realisitic and it was shortened to just ninjas and action stars but then i started playing basketball and realized asians were predominantly short so it became professional b-ballers- from there twas rappers which transitioned into rockers and the action stars of yore was trimmed simply to actors. from this progession of heroes i think you can form a fairly vivid picture of who i am today. i have in me: old loving country grampa/family - childhood fantasy/cartoon - silent in dark color/killer - athletic tendencies/coordination - of the street/clever in wordplay
musical/introspective
