passionate music-loving, humanitarianism, social justice, film, open-mindedness, thrift shopping, psychology, tattoos, the homeless, feminism, fashion, live music, Christianity, activism, trying to live in the bigger picture
the cop who gave me a $47 ticket for "wheel cramping" so that I could punch him in the face
AT THE DRIVE-IN [relationship of command; vaya; in casino out] THE BLOOD BROTHERS [young machetes; crimes; burn piano island, burn] MEWITHOUTYOU [brother, sister; catch us for the foxes] THRICE [artist in the ambulance; the illusion of safety; vheissu] FINCH [say hello to sunshine; what it is to burn] RISE AGAINST [siren song of the counter culture] IMA ROBOT [imarobot] AFI [sing the sorrow; black sails in the sunset] THURSDAY [full collapse] DAMIEN RICE [O; 9] INCUBUS [morning view; make yourself] also: blonde redhead, broken social scene, metric, the sounds, the knife, bloc party, of montreal, lily allen, the shins, the hush sound, peter bjorn and john
I'm somebody now, Harry. Everybody likes me. Soon, millions of people will see me and they'll all like me. I'll tell them about you, and your father, how good he was to us. Remember? It's a reason to get up in the morning. It's a reason to lose weight, to fit in the red dress. It's a reason to smile. It makes tomorrow all right. What have I got Harry, hm? Why should I even make the bed, or wash the dishes? I do them, but why should I? I'm alone. Your father's gone, you're gone. I got no one to care for. What have I got, Harry? I'm lonely. I'm old. Who is that? Neetcha? So you stopped talking because of Frederick Neetcha? We got no food, no jobs... our PET'S HEADS ARE FALLING OFF! At least you'll never be a vegetable - even artichokes have hearts. I suppose I do have one unembarrassed passion. I want to know how it feels to care about something passionately. You wasted $150,000 on an education you coulda got for a buck fifty in late charges at the public library. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself. You poop into my butthole and I poop into your butthole... back and forth...forever. All women are princesses, it is our right. Buon giorno, Principessa! I don't need you to make me happy. I just need you to leave me alone when I am. Let me tell you something my friend. Hope is a dangerous thing. Hope can drive a man insane. No more yankie my wankie. The Donger need food. It was like a message from God: "Honesty doesn't pay, sucker."
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