Learning. Drawing/painting. Kayaking. Camping? Reading. Thinking. Talking philosophy or some good literature. Music.
Everyone, and if I like you I might want to see you again. If not, then you probably won't find me around very much. I like interesting people. I would say I'd like to meet the president, but he's an idiot. So...I have no idea. I'd like to meet...anyone.
Mindless Self Indulgence
Retard-o-bot
System of a Down
Breaking Benjamin
Placebo
Green Day
From First To Last
Bowling for Soup
Techno
Flogging Molly
The Killers
Nine Inch Nails
Anti-Flag
Social Distortion
Pearl Jam
The Clash
The Offspring
Leftover Crack
One trillion dollars could buy a heart, a soul.
One trillion dollars buying nations, all the world.
One trillion dollars could make the fat lady sing.
One trillion dollars, what a bullshit, useless thing.
Inferno, Candide, 1984, Sir Gawain and the Green Knight, Hannibal, House of the Spirits, Soul Music, Going Postal.
“On TV, if you watched cop shows, Kojack, Beretta, when the cops finally catch the mass murderer, they’d say, “you dirty Punk.†It was what your teachers would call you. It meant that you were the lowest. All of us drop-outs and fuck-ups got together and started a movement. We’d been told all our lives that we’d never amount to anything. We’re the people who fell through the cracks in the educational system.†–Legs McNeil