learning another language to incompletion, self deprecating humor, perception, understanding, wet dreams, oral sex, inebriation, regret, weird instruments, losing grace, photos, art, music, thought, gaining perspective.
I'd like to meet:
People who aren't lame. People who don't wear college football team hats cocked to the corner. People who don't think they're cool when they really aren't. Honest people. Smart people. People with a sense of humor. People with a little bit of life left in them.
I've already met the one with the smile and I love her very much.
Music:
Well, the theme song from dirty dancing get's me all magical inside. And the theme from reading rainbow is to die for. But last but not least there's always my super favorite, Pat Benatar. Lyrics like: "Hit me with your best shot! Why don’t you hit me with your best shot! Hit me with your best shot! Fire away!", scream absolute and utter world domination through a bloody coup initiated from a leftist rebel sect. I'd even go as far to say that it could possibly even warrant an invasion from some large world dominating corporate run country to stabalize their control over a soverien country overrun by leftist communist rebels under the premise of protecting the interests of the entire western hemisphere.
Movies:
Casa Blanca, Porno, Road to Perdition, Go, American Beauty, Royal Tanenbuams, Lost in Translation, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, The Five People You Meet in Heaven, Garden State
Television:
Cnn, msnbc, PBS, History channel, T.V. Sucks. Except for that Barney character. He's a little hottie. All purple and green. It's fucking sexy. It's kind of like a skin lingerie. Yeah you know like as if you had a really fat girlfriend and she decided that after a long day of selling whatever you sell at your dead end retail job that she was gonna give you a little surprise when you get home. But you don't know about it of course. You head home after dealing with the mutant zombies at your local mall go pop open a beer, hop on the lazyboy and turn on the telly to that pbs channel and out pops your gargantuan dinosaur of a loving girlfriend all hot and horny, sweating with delight that you, her soon to be lucky, boyfriend is home at last. She jumps on your skinny ass and pins you down with loving kisses and prevents all chances of escape and/or of obtaining your air supply. But that's ok because you love her and she's the best thing that ever happened to you.
Books:
I'm on a big distopia kick so books like 1984, a brave new world and fahrenheit 451 really knock my socks off. Who needs socks anyways?
Heroes:
http://www.angelfire.com/me4/billsbasement1039/
