Music, Telecasters, Arts, Chelsea Football, Skateboarding and limited edition shit.
This is actually just some place-holder text for when I decide who I want to meet one day. Not that I don't like meeting new and sometimes extremely bland people, it's just very difficult to go and specify it here.
This piece of place-holder text doesn't really have a function either, it's just there. It's something that Art Directors and Graphic Designers use as well for when they still haven't received the copy. They normallyuseitlikethis so that it doesn't make sense because the words aren't even real. This on the other hand is real writing. A wise man once said that you don't even need a pen to be a writer, it's all in your mindtank, mindbox, mindcup, mindtoilet, mindbowl, mindgutter or mindfruitbowl.
It would even be a massive surprise if you have read this far in my placeholder text. One thing that I should maybe bring up in this now not-so-placeholder-text-anymore is that I don't know what the problem might be with the cheese at the end of the stick, but it might be because the tuna had a big bite and is now tripping his ever loving tits off. He is like a psychedelic animal without legs dancing and jumping and leaping out of the water and stuff. Through doing all this extra out-of-water activities, the tuna always sees when the tourists arrive. The tuna doesn't really like tourists, so he gets high on the cheese and then chases them away with his horn that he got from his father's side of the family. Nobody can actually tell him what his father was. His mom told him when he was old enough that she once took so much LSD that she could breath outside of water for like a week and six hours and that she went to a party on a farm about 30 kilometers away. God knows what happened there.
It's actually a pretty arbitrary story if one thinks about it, but then on the other hand, so is most pieces of non-sequitor on this planet. Please find out what a non-sequitor is. I really don't feel like spoon-feeding you now. Besides that, tuna is definitely the new black. Its pretty sweet if you think about it. Chunky, shredded, beige and fishy. hmm...
Muse, Beastie Boys, Alkaline Trio, Interpol, Fokofpolisiekar, Arctic Monkeys, Editors, The Streets, Wolfmother, The Decemberists, Neutral Milk hotel, AFI, Maximo Park, QOTSA, Stuurbaard Bakkebaard, Death from above 1979, The Strokes, BRMC, Green Day, Franz Ferdinand, Kasabian, Kooks, She wants revenge, Nine black alps, Tenacious D, Rage against the Machine, ACDC, The Living End, The Bravery, Shout Out Louds, Kings of Leon, RX Bandits, The Real Estate Agents, Incubus, The Shins, The Cure, The Clash, The Subways, Audioslave, Royskopp etc etc you make up the rest...........
Napoleon Dynamite, Layer cake, Anchorman, Over the Hedge, Trainspotting, Donnie Darko, Lock Stock and 2 Smoking Barrels, Crash, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, Amelie, Edward Scissorhands, March of the Penguins.
Chelsea Football, Heroes, TMAS, The Office, Extras, anything with Ricky Gervais, My name is Earl Nip/Tuck, Boston Legal, League of Gentleman, Desperate Housewives, Late night with Conan O'Brian, Top Gear (King Clarckson and his Hamster), actually most stuff on BBC and a shit load of Discovery Channel. I love tv.
Sneakers: The complete collectors guide (thanks D), Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas (RIP Hunter S Thompson), Hitchikers Guide to the Galaxy (RIP Douglas Adams), The world according to Garp, Banksy: Wall and Piece, Street Logos, Supernature.
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