Anything messy. Painting, sculpting (you know, when I actually do it), hair dye (it's an art form as well as the valley of empowerment) Music (but who doesn't like music?) Smoking, yeah smoking my Turkish Golds. Nothing nicer. Too bad I quit.
Cats, kittens, furballs, beasts. Writing junk. Fragmented sentences. Ellipses...
Hands. Beer. No, I lied. I don't like beer. Mixed drinks. Yeah...liquid GHB. Ask Veronika for more details. Watching. You know people. Not when they do it though, unless of course I'm in the mood for a laugh, then I'll watch em like that. Lyrics. Yeah Lyrics...if your lyrics suck don't try to invite me as a friend to your crappy band page. Your lyrics make or break you in my book.
I like movies....sometimes. Other times I loathe movie goers and wished they realized how much of thier lives they have wasted on meaningless doltish entertainment. I like those kind of movies that...how do I say it...are more artistically presented. Even if it's the same idea over and over. I appreciate someone coming from a different angle. Words. I totally have a thing for words. They mean everything and express nothing. I like pictures. Except of myself. Most of those I hide in various locations where no one can find them. And if you have one of me....I will find it and destroy it. The time is coming... Cheetos, yeah those are full of cheesy crunchy goodness.
And to make Kevin proud I'll be sure to mention my pickle fetish. Dill only, so don't get any ideas. Words to live by; More pickles than angus.
Neopets. Yeah super gay. I love it. Didn't you get that I love cheese? All sorts of it. I love to convince myself that I am a Paranoid Agnostic. Thank you very much Principia Discordia. I love holes in my body, or rather the act of putting them there. You could say I have a few. (25) I have a thing for tattoos. You could say I have a few. {(10) On a rather large scale}
Rubberbands and toothbrushes are my favorite gadgets. I have uncontrollable penguin lust. I hate feet. I love socks. Go figure. Darkwing Duck is my hero. Jack Skellington is my wanna-be lover. F*ck Sally. Before I die I want to have a threesome with Sifl & Olly. Chester can watch. BMoney is my life, my fate, my happiness, my pain, my curse. Oh yeah, and I'm pro-choice. I deliberately get knocked up to exercise my right. Can't say I haven't lived. You are only young once.
I'd like to meet:
Pablo Picasso's foot, A talking penguin, Eris, and Bill Hicks. Not in that order.
Those of you that are close, well you know who you are...the rest of you I'd prefer you got a tire stuck in your throat.
Music:
Experimental Ingenuity.
Not Aesthetic Paralysis.
Expression of Anger.
Not Violence.
Melody washed in Rhythm.
Not Tempo bathed in Shit.
Intro-Pro-and-Retrospective.
Self-Untamed-and-Humanity-Reflective.
Carnality-Id-and-Subtlety-Expenses.
Passionate with
Rage/Hate.
Desire/Voracity.
Love/Weakness.
Pain/Sorrow.
Show me your heart.
Not your flesh.
Be my martyr and my relief.
Don't take me into your money grubbing void.
You can stand there--alone.
If it's just right-I will feel it with/for you.
Movies:
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Television:
The Wuzzles, Herself the Elf, Darkwing Duck, Aaaah! Real Monsters, She-Ra Princess of Power, The Popples, Sifl & Olly, Court TV, Retarded Commercials. Adult Swim, Jem and The Holograms, Recess, Fairly Odd Parents, Jimmy Neutron, Spongebob Squarepants, My Dad the Rockstar, okay, so I like cartoons...sue me.
Books:
Are these those things with like paper and ink and you have to manually turn pages and shit? I thought these went out with VCRs. Uhm No, Really. Pike, Timothy Leary, Robert Anton Wilson, LaVey, Judy Blume (just kidding), Dr, Suess, Mark Z. Danielewski, Antero Alli, Elizabeth Wurtzel, Lord Byron, Kristin Hinga, Aldous Huxley, David Sedaris, Aurthur Miller, Dan Simmons, Select Shakespeare, Palahniuk, Nietzsche, Principia Discordia, Anything on psychoactive drugs and thier effects on the human psyche, dictionaries, thesaurusesss, For Dummies or Idiot's Guides for anything, Lewis Carroll, Brothers Grim, blank book anything without moons and stars and butterflies, etc, etc, etc. My book of last week is The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho. My book of the moment (yes moment) is...well I haven't decided yet.
Heroes:
My dead heroin addict father, and my barely alive pill-popping-washing-it-down-with-tequila mother. What better role models are there than your parents? (my mother would like me to clarify her habits--she does not wash down pills with tequila; she washes them down with water first.) Did you want something on an iconic level? Because I really don't have those and that's what I first related this box to. I am NOT copycatting but you did make me think about it. I would have to say, Well, I'll be a chicken's sister. Because a chickens sister is probably the only female on the planet that could stab me in the back and I'd have a reason to be gracious and thankful for it. Not asking her to or anything. I'm just saying. Thank you, a chicken's sister, for sharing my brainz. And even though you are blatantly without couth about my eccentricities (or anything for that matter), I love you for it. You have saved me from wallowing in my damnation and reminded me how much fun it was to fuck right back with it. Yours is fun to fuck with too.
