Your Mom
I Support Whatever's Trendy
I'd like to meet:
Jeff Buckley; Dr. Bob; Frank Sinatra; Jello Biafra; Van Gogh's Ear (Do you think it would still be fuzzy?); God/Buddha/Whatever (Someday); Maybe you, maybe not; Elvis; Ayn Rand (So I can hug her and poke her in the eye); Ernest Hemingway; Buddha; My Punk Rock Princess ; Franz Kafka; Edmund Munch; Jon Stewart; John F. Kennedy; Sammy Davis, Jr.; Axl Rose; Teddy Roosevelt; Hunter S Thomson; Christina Ricci; Benett; Betty Page; your mom; And any creepy old guys who use the computer to pick up hot young studs... and maybe you so send a text to my phone
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Music:
Any kind with the work ROCK in it, unless it also includes the word soft.
Ok These Are Not Music
Hate Honkers, You'll love this!! Video
Dude!!! Video
I'm going to Hell... Thank God. Video
Coolest Dog Ever Video
Movies:
"Look what God did to us!...God didn't do that to us Stupid, You did that to us", "I love the smell of napalm in the morning, it smells of....Victory", "Do it for us one more time Ray Ray",
Books:
yes, and more please
Heroes:
[IF]
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!
--Rudyard Kipling
