Blah Blah Blah Do you like me yet?
Sleeping on airplanes, international travel, mail, falling in love, getting dumped, going to bed at sunrise, waking up at sunset, Brooklyn, going to my homeland, bodies of water, bodies in general, getting caught in big, fuck off thunderstorms, auto mechanics, helping people move, sleeping on friend's couches, wearing outfits made up of items other people procured for me (for instance, right now i'm wearing shoes my ex girlfriend bought me, socks my mom gave me for christmas in 2003, pants my old roommate gave me and a shirt my best friend forgave me for stealing, having people find out cool things about me through other people, abandoned buildings, cleaning the lint out of the dryer screen, shoveling people's sidewalks and not telling them i did it, the dishes, long dinners, gambling, dancing, driving, my past, God, the knowledge of who and what i really am, no tact dirtbags, hard lifers, War, people who find Yoga and organic eating pretentious and trendy, peace, the panic i feel at one o'clock on the 1st wednesday of every month when they test the emergency sirens, the hot babes on True.com who are always so interested in talking to me... sup ladies, no shame TV watchers, everything the murmaids sing about in popsicles and icicles, my sister's, my mother's, my best friend, drunks and your mom
the humiliated, unpretentious, humble and quiet
People who make music are liars, unless you're The Kinks or Woody Guthrie....... and maybe Dungen but only because you can't understand what they're saying
I've seen every single movie ever made, ever
It's my favorite past time, I wish I could watch more of it
If you want, I'll do the smart dance with you in person........ you just got served
Yurii Andreievich and of course.......