MUSIC, Music, music. Real dinkies who have been genuinely blessed by Mardi Gras beads. The semi-occassional blasted, basted, blazed, baked love of a lifetime. Poetry. Macrame. Driving fast. Apparently myspace is interesting to me now, but still extremely LAME. Eeyeesss.
My ancestors. Maynard James Keenan. Farzad. You for lunch.
Music music music. Tool. System of a Down. Nonpoint. Beck. Les Claypool. Cake. Bloodhound Gang. Parliament Funkadelic. Grateful Dead. Rasputina. Candlebox. Sultans of Bing. Beatles. Heart. Blondie. Dr Hook. Fiona Apple. Billie Holliday. Avocado Closet. Sneaker Pimps. Elastica. Nine Inch Nails. Pink Floyd. Ottis Redding. The Roots. Fear Factory. Outkast. Led Zeppelin. Coal Chamber. 20's, 30's, 40's, 50's, 60's, 70's, 80's, 90's, and today. I could go on forever if you let me. Without music, life would be dull. How ever would we eerrrock, without music??? There's music in everything, as long as you know how to pick it out.
Thank you for calling movie phone.
What in tarnation is a "T-V?" A common topic for conversation. I would rather save my brain cells today, thanks.
My school books are actually getting used this time around. Partially.
Mom, live peacefully. Daddy, rest peacefully. Homies, dance with my piece. Kharley Browne, Maynard G. Dogs, Timid, Daumer Dog, Wassa, Master Friskee Scooter Boy, Maggie Moo, & Achilles, love me to pieces. DAUMER DOG WILL BE REMEMBERED, ALWAYS AND FOREVER.