sitting on porches, walking, memorizing maps, getting better wheels for my frankenstein bike, compartmentalizing, cooking, string cheese, balancing, whiskey, moving, laughing earnestly, climbing on rocks, forests, pockets, racing wasted, the coldest water, good erasers.
print-makers. pink-fakers. and fire engine red.
the tiny meteors, MAMMY, avett bros, postal service, rilo kiley, the pogues, flogging molly, built to spill, bouncing souls, the smiths, tbw, neil young, de la soul, drive by truckers, avail, rancid, of montreal, the streets, mogwai, pedro the lion, krs one, aesop rock, doc watson, inquisition, neutral milk hotel, flaming lips, archers of loaf, d-plan, wilco, grease (oh sarah), violent femmes, handsome boy modeling school, desaparecidos, sigur ros...hot damn--everything is all blurring together and i just wanna be free and sometimes i like melodrama (and sometimes i sing along with pop songs and then judge them).
CB4, waking life, can't hardly wait (i know, but it's just like that for me), say anything, y tu mama tambien, all about my mother, grease, newsies, goonies, amadeus, the sting, brazil, the usual suspects, and some more here and some more there but it seemed to be time to move on.
our sister killjoy, ordinary people, breath eyes memory, love in the time of cholera, bird by bird, the red tent, the family orchard, the world according to garp, owen meany, in the time of the butterflies, skipped parts, a small place, to kill a mockingbird, the outsiders, catcher in the rye, i robot, the unbearable lightness of being, franny and zooey, the short history of a prince...it's cause i love first lines. or something.
this here microwave. because i like it hot.