Kicks, Meat, Music, Snow, not leaving my bed for days, a 40 and a blunt, Books, Parties, Shows, travelling, cleaning my mess over and over and over again, chilling with my loved one.
I'd like to meet:
Chuck Norris, Bill motherfuckin Murray, god, Stephanie, Kristen
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Music:
"Im sick of that fake thug, R & B, rap scenario all day on the radio
Same scenes in the video, monotonous material, y'all don't hear me though
These record labels slang our tapes like dope
You can be next in line, and signed, and still be writing rhymes and broke
You would rather have a lexus, some justice, a dream or some substance?
A beamer, a necklace or freedom?"
The legendary Roots crew, LOUIS LOGIC, GZA actually the whole Wu-Tang Clan, A tribe called quest, Looptroop, The grouch, Prince Paul, RJD2, M.O.R., Sieben, Creutzfeld & Jakob, Pete Rock & CL Smooth, Athletic Mic League, MASTA ACE, Maylay Sparks, Justus League, Dead Prez, MURS, MF DOOM, MADLIB, Kruder & Dorfmeister, K-Os, Morcheeba, Lootpack, BINARY STAR, NIGHTMARES ON WAX, 7L & Esoteric, MR. LIF, ZION I, Get up kids, Jimmy eat World, J-live, Handsome Boy modeling School, THIEVERY CORPORATION, D.I.T.C., Likwit Junkies, ED O G, U2, J-Zone, Felix da Housecat, Kettcar, GANGSTARR, MOLEMEN, Gift of Gab, Planet Asia, DL Incognito, AIR, BROTHER ALI, Emanon, Goapele, Defari, Saukrates, BLOC PARTY, the hives, die Sterne, FOO FIGHTERS, Apathy, THE KILLERS, The Libertines, PHARCYDE, Sage Francis, DENDEMANN, Eins Zwo, Juice, BLUMENTOPF, Vast Aire, C-Rayz Walz, Funkdoobiest, Hieroglyphics, Erykah Badu, Jill Scott, JOY DENALANE, Kelis, Jigmastas, ROY HARGROVE, Herbie Hancock, One Self, Living Legends, Jurassic 5, Talib Kweli, Mos Def, Nas, DJ Shadow, LTJ Bukem, Pink Floyd ...... and on and on
Movies:
Well, fuck you, too. Fuck me, fuck you, fuck this whole city and everyone in it. Fuck the panhandlers, grubbing for money, and smiling at me behind my back. Fuck the squeegee men dirtying up the clean windshield of my car. Get a fucking job! Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs, curry steaming out their pores, stinking up my day. Terrorists in fucking training. SLOW THE FUCK DOWN! Fuck the Chelsea boys with their waxed chests and pumped up biceps. Going down on each other in my parks and on my piers, jingling their dicks on my Channel 35. Fuck the Korean grocers with their pyramids of overpriced fruit and their tulips and roses wrapped in plastic. Ten years in the country, still no speaky English? Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach. Mobster thugs sitting in cafés, sipping tea in little glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth. Wheelin' and dealin' and schemin'. Go back where you fucking came from! Fuck the black-hatted Chassidim, strolling up and down 47th street in their dirty gabardine with their dandruff. Selling South African apartheid diamonds! Fuck the Wall Street brokers. Self-styled masters of the universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon Gekko wannabe mother fuckers, figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Send those Enron assholes to jail for FUCKING LIFE! You think Bush and Cheney didn't know about that shit? Give me a fucking break! Tyco! Worldcom! Fuck the Puerto Ricans. 20 to a car, swelling up the welfare rolls, worst fuckin' parade in the city. And don't even get me started on the Dom-in-i-cans, 'cause they make the Puerto Ricans look good. Fuck the Bensonhurst Italians with their pomaded hair, their nylon warm-up suits, their St. Anthony medallions, swinging their, Jason Giambi, Louisville slugger, baseball bats, trying to audition for the Sopranos. Fuck the Upper East Side wives with their Hermes scarves and their fifty-dollar Balducci artichokes. Overfed faces getting pulled and lifted and stretched, all taut and shiny. You're not fooling anybody, sweetheart! Fuck the uptown brothers. They never pass the ball, they don't want to play defense, they take five steps on every lay-up to the hoop. And then they want to turn around and blame everything on the white man. Slavery ended one hundred and thirty seven years ago. Move the fuck on! Fuck the corrupt cops with their anus violating plungers and their 41 shots, standing behind a blue wall of silence. You betray our trust! Fuck the priests who put their hands down some innocent child's pants. Fuck the church that protects them, delivering us into evil. And while you're at it, fuck JC! He got off easy! A day on the cross, a weekend in hell, and all the hallelujahs of the legioned angels for eternity! Try seven years in fuckin' Otisville, J! Fuck Osama Bin Laden, Al Qaeda, and backward-ass, cave-dwelling, fundamentalist assholes everywhere. On the names of innocent thousands murdered, I pray you spend the rest of eternity with your seventy-two whores roasting in a jet-fuel fire in hell. You towel headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal Irish ass! Fuck Jacob Elinsky, whining malcontent. Fuck Francis Xavier Slaughtery my best friend, judging me while he stares at my girlfriend's ass. Fuck Naturelle Riviera, I gave her my trust and she stabbed me in the back, sold me up the river, fucking bitch. Fuck my father with his endless grief, standing behind that bar sipping on club sodas, selling whisky to firemen, cheering the Bronx bombers. Fuck this whole city and everyone in it. From the row-houses of Astoria to the penthouses on Park Avenue, from the projects in the Bronx to the lofts in Soho. From the tenements in Alphabet City to the brownstones in Park slope to the split-levels in Staten Island. Let an earthquake crumble it, let the fires rage, let it burn to fucking ash and then let the waters rise and submerge this whole rat-infested place.Best monologue ever (Monty Brogan in 25th hour)
Television:
all the good stuff like fake talkshows, cooking shows, selling shows, big brother, Chuck Norris` Total Gym commercial
Simpsons, Ulmens Auftrag, mein neuer Freund, my super sweet 16 (die reichen Idioten kommen doch einfach ned klar), Stromberg, talk talk talk aus Fremdschamgründen, Seinfeld, Cheers, Dokus, Harald Schmidt, Dave Chapelle, ATHF, King of Queens und alle CSI und wie du heißt Sendungen, danke Meike noch ein Junk! Tatort, mafuckas!
Heroes:
Ich schaue nicht hinauf, ich schaue lieber herab
