pittsburgh, drinking beer, bikeriding, music, sign language, swimming, silk screening, dumpstering, mexican folk art, fiberarts, just art stuff in general, court reporting, drinking tea, sushi, stenciling, tattoos, traveling, kissing and holding hands, texas, sunshine, jumping on beds, chillin, kickin it, and keeping it real.
nice people that will like me. people that don't spend their time just talking about other people. my doppleganger. 8000 dollars. thieves. pastafarians. .
the muppet babies theme song, that indian song-you know what i'm talking about don't make me play it for you, johnny franchise and the merchandise, baby dayliner, chromeo, smiths, tribe called quest, dandy warhols, elliot smith, slick rick, specials, helmet, bjork, joy division, slackers, pixies, grand buffet, the cure, detroit cobras, placebo, sam cooke, molotov, the engish beat, bangles, talking heads, morcheeba, whale, 5,6,7,8's, belly, finley quaye, pavement, de la soul, cibo matto, david bowie, modern lovers, self, buzzcocks, x, beta band, patsy cline, b.o.c.
the lost boys
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flight of the conchords. that show is really good. i like to catch a predator. that shit is so trashy, "LOL so wut kinda stuff r u gonna teach me LOL" also i like cops and asian buffet
And in conclusion, a once bright eyed and hay-smelling young girl wandered into town, only to be sucked in close to the cold, slimy, and barely pulsing heart of a hipster-ridden, scenester paradise. She lays back on a soiled sheet, seeing the water drip from a discolored crack in the plaster of the ceiling, but not even shifting the leg it loudly and wetly smacks again. She thought of the place where she used to be a virgin as a but couldn’t reconcile herself to the idea of suicide…it would take too long. She could exist, though, in a cruel, unflagging pace, until her own filth drowned her on the mattress where she lay.