cars, food, cycling, any kind of art, rubbing $20 bills all over my naked body. death, music, and pretty flowers
more insane biker people, people who can kick my well defined ass, someone who can eat more than I can, and plenty more crazy people. and satan, god and muhammad are all invited to a bbq this weekend, jesus can come if he promises not to turn the veggie burgers into meat one's again.
Marliyn Manson, Fredric Chopin, Nirvana, Korn, jacques brel, pink floyd, pantera, metallica, tchaikovsky, pretty much anything but rap and country.
who wants to go to the movies with me? it's been like 6 months
my heros are the crazy people, the ones on the street cursing at themself and at all of the fucked up world. the crazy people who make music, the crazy people who make art. the crazy people who dont think they are crazy. the crazy prople who embrace death more than life. the crazy people who do crazy things without reason and think nothing of it.... oh and I'm a little crazy myself, but just a little