Video-Muthafuckin-games and the "Chronic" of Narnia...
Ask me two more times, then I'll let you know.
varied. Give me some funky stuff, the kind of sounds that make you want to bust out on that mighty stage of champions. You know the classics like O' Hungry's fiddle and his famous moonshine band, and Vito Demoliani's magnifiscent polka experience. Both heavily influenced by the late great Dick Craven and his insatiable bombadiers.Many have tried and many have failed to win the applause of the inebriated onlookers staring and pointing in jovial flurries, even condemning you for busting the unflattering, image shattering jig you just performed. The notorious 'dance floor'. The radiant lights colored in the spectrum of the rainbow, the fog bellowing onto the beer soaked and obstacle laden ground, the smell of sweat and stale perfume is rotted to the core by the unending clouds of malodorous death so neatly packed into a convenient and affordable coffin. Cigarettes! I dig most anything that can drum a beat, string a chord, and lucidly engage me in a world of lyrical majestry. To make it short and sweet I like alot of stuff. My problem is that I am friggin' retarded when it comes to music (so much for playing the Sax years ago). I rarely remember the names of bands and almost never the names of the songs. I can roll with all types of jams with Rock, classical and current. Unleash the beast that is Pantera, play some Dean and Frank while I sip a cold, dirty martini. Let the rhythm of the Latin ganre set you on fire. The soultry sounds that be da' blues, the uncalculated rhythm that is Jazz, the inspiring melody that was Mo-town. Some rap with a side of the funk and mouth watering soul, from the origins of the flash to the present streets, from the extravaganza that is Clinton and funkadelic to old Bootsy's feets, from the godfather of soul to the monster ballads of old, I dig it all. The electrifying sound that was Jimmy, the stunning voice of Pavorati, I like it all. This is that guy in the T-shirt signing off for now.
Shawshank Redemption - To all my homies on the inside don't get institutionalized.Cool Hand Luke - Newman as a friggin' badass. Hmmm. is there a pattern emerging?, by Jove I think there is. There are some great prison flicks. There are more but these shall do for now.Got to love the gangster movies, Godfather, Goodfellas and the like. Actors like De Niro and Pacino, shine on that silky screen.Laughs and more Lauhgs. Loving What about Bob, coneheads, caddyshack and countless other SNL concoctions.Hey and I have to even give credit to those films secreted by the Belgiun Bomber our flakey and fantabulous Jean Claude Van Damme. I am actually ashamed for incorporating him into my space but I grew up in the eighties and nineties and he was hot shit along with Rambozo and the current Gov. elect of the fortuitous state of California. These non-thought provoking captures of our cinematic history are only part of the inundation of B-movies and worse the dreaded foreign film. Just kidding, just kidding no need to erupt in an outcry of Sundance enduced mania, I do also enjoy SOME and I repeat SOME foreign flicks. The countless millions that reside south of where I currently find myself in San Antonio, have created passionate and powerful film that even the most unforgiving critic could find satisfying. The martial arts genre has etched itself into my neural cortex and I shall never falter to the promotion of a good martial arts movie.You have sucked out enough of me, you damn MYSPACE you are truly the devil. I I I I I I I I I I guess I got to go, see you when I see you.
give me a boob tube anyday of the week. I have become one with my box that projects, the crystal clear images are captured upon every flex of my iris and every blink of my eyes.I so crave to go out and be outside but the allure is too strong, plus lets face it people in San Antonio it gets friggin' hot as hell. (TRY 100 DEGREES AND 100% HUMIDITY) during our endless summer months. No matter what you say about Vegas, or Phoenix and Tuscon with a Vinyl melting and airprt stopping 118 degrees. I'd take it anyday of the week, the lack of sweat inducing and acne producing moisture that is ever present here in the "Great state of Texas" helps soooooooooooooo much. The arid climate and blazing heat of the Mojave and Sonoran desert ain't got nothing on me, and that's the double truth.Plus factor in the existence of minimal public lands that are available, roughly 90% of Texas is privately owned and they will shoot first and ask questions later if you cross that barbed wire fence. Back in Sedona it was heaven to actually have places close to home where you can hike, bike and swim.I am addicted to this thing called T.V., if there is a twelve stepper to wean me off this junk please drop a dime and spread the word. Maybe then I can finish that spice rack I've had in the works for oooh let's say 13 years now.
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