Love, Music, Life, Passion, Intelligence, Time, Movies, Literature.
I'd like to meet:
I Dont Give A Shit About Your Shitty Band. Your ghetto trash accent or you fucking rad hair. I don't give a shit about your high intellect or your huge tits.
People Are A Huge Disapointment.
and chances are if i've seen you i might have thrown up...but there are a select grouping of people who are worthy of life and freindship. So If your "cool" ha. and/or just different. i wouldn't mind if you contacted me.
"Make a list of things you need, leave it empty
Except for number one, write "love", gamble everything."
Don't EVER Believe Anything You've Heard About Me.
.." Your Blood Notes Are All Here."
Music:
Lots.... You could probably just ask me..
"Dreams of pretty ditties that make me feel less neurotic.
Dreams of feeling, One Year Deader, One Year Better"
Movies:
"I Held Every Promise True. Like Remembering To Heal And Always To Remember You."
Television:
"All the cities built up out of the sand and trees. television was the child we never nurtured till it ceased to be"
Books:
Basic Psychology, Most Anything Paranormal, Anything By Dean Koontz.
Anything completly off the wall. Oh and almost all of chuck palahniuks writing.
" You Have Endless Ways To Commit Suicide, Without Dying, Dying. "
Diary -
Chuck Palahniuk
" It was that kind of a crazy afternoon, terrifically cold, and no sun out or anything, and you felt like you were disappearing every time you crossed a road. "
Catcher In The Rye -
J.D Sallinger.
"I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by
madness, starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn
looking for an angry fix,
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly
connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night,
who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat
up smoking in the supernatural darkness of
cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities
contemplating jazz,
who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and
saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tenement roofs illuminated,
who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes
hallucinating Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy
among the scholars of war,
who were expelled from the academies for crazy &
publishing obscene odes on the windows of the skull,
who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear,
burning their money in wastebaskets and listening
to the Terror through the wall,...."
Howl And Other Poems -
Allen Ginsberg.
" If Nice Is London, You Are Tokyo. "
Fatal Distraction -
Sonja Ahlers.
" He was as calm as could be... "
In Cold Blood -
Truman Capote .
Heroes:
" You can sit here in the waiting room, or you can wait here in the sitting room..."
