MOVEment and then rest, maybe sleepin all day, or longin to drive a car that you havent driven in a while, slumpin down in the seat putting foot to pedal, forward motion, shift, speed and away, anyway be it my way or the hi way: ass gas or grass nobody rides for free cash gash or dope there always is a fee
I'd like to meet:
people that are suspicious of soap and shampoo and other heavily scented or elaborate hygeine and cosmetic products, im just sayin did you ever read that volume or see that episode where that shit started to take over and the mind control was irrefutable, frightening to say the most or the least as chance or cause or they may have it. posture is everything all the rest is merely fog and shadows or perfume and eye liner as the case maybe
Music:
sometimes lola will sneak by and sniff the inside of my ear, then a little kiss and a secret, funny ferrets
Movies:
we should bring back porn theaters, nothing like a dark room with a bunch of excited guys stifling hard ons and trying to avoid looking at each other, oh wait I was thinkING of my frat house
I luv any movie that is thinly veiled biography about a celebrity and how it was so hard for them to become famous and now that they are they yearn for those more sincere and genuine times when they were nobodys, really give me a fukin break if fame is some damn painfull, put down the scrren play drop your million dollar endorsements and get rid of your personal trainer and learn how to dress yourself again. HOLLYWOOD IS A CANCER AND A BLIGHT ON HUMANITY. albeit an entertaining one, kinda like laughin at roadkill.
Television:
turn on tune in and drop out, please pass the window pane and throw away the remote, the best programming is being aired in my head
I really love that reality show where thay find random bums on the street and then convince typically suburban houswives to fuck them for fiteen minutes of notoriety, its called Mother FUckin Bum, an man those bums are filthy and they do some freaky sht cause most of em havent been layed in years, the soccer moms seem to hold their own though seeing as how most of em started of as filthy little tramps and are dead on the inside anyway.
Books:
never trust a junkee- al jourgensen
Heroes:
her aaaaaas and her ooooos were deafening, SHE'S A FRIGGIN ANIMAL
