Summertime.
Long hair.
Memories.
Altoids.
Ferris Wheels.
Tea Pots.
Coffee.
Loose Tea.
Poetry.
Torn Jeans.
Flannel Shirts.
Umbrellas.
Old Cars.
Black and White.
Records.
Vintage Clothing.
Guitar.
Sleepovers.
Traveling.
Dreams.
Coconut.
Energy Drinks.
Vintage Dresses.
Documentaries.
Silence.
Sunshine.
the beautiful things all around
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A favorite band denotes a devotion. I have two favorite bands. I drink in their music like medicine.
Alkaline Trio
Alanis Morrisette
The Beatles
Blind Melon
The Breeders
Bright Eyes
Bob Dylan
Counting Crows
The Cranberries
Creedance Clearwater Revival
Damien Rice
The Decemberists
EELS
Elastica
Fisher
Flogging Molly
Foo Fighters
Forget Cassettes
GrrrlFriend
Hole
Jack Off Jill
Marilyn Manson
The Meat Puppets
mewithoutYou
Modest Mouse
MURDOCKS
Natalie Merchant
Neil Young
Neutral Milk Hotel
NIRVANA
Old Crow Medicine Show
Pagoda
Perfect Union
The Pixies
Radiohead
Sarah McLaughlan
Sonic Youth
The White Stripes
The Dreamers
Monty Python and the Holy Grail
Donnie Darko
The Stand
Requiem for a Dream
Last Days
Waking Life
The Crow
Almost Famous
Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
The Heart is Deceitful Above All Things
Tommy
The Big Lebowski
Kill Bill
Lord of the Rings
Pulp Fiction
K-PAX
American Beauty
Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
The Royal Tennenbaums
Party Monster
Boondock Saints
Lost
House
South Park
1984
White Oleander
Ender's Game
Lord of the Rings
The Outsiders
Fahrenheit 451
Something Wicked This Way Comes
Lord of the Flies
A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius
The Bumblebee Flies Anyway
The Chocolate War
A Million Little Pieces
My Friend Leonard
Wuthering Heights
The Sun Also Rises
Perfume
are human, too. It's human to want to sell your dreadfully human freewill to have the easy opportunity to idolize and live your life as someone else. Ah, we forget that our heroes had heroes, too. It loses its weight when our idol is human, too. But we usually forget that at some point in time. Religion is easier, with the idol being not human.
Problem solved.
We are weaker than we think. Who has the strength to truly be different? To forge their own revolution, not the one the others cry for, but their own personal following started from nothing. That past should be remembered, but oh! It's so comforting when you know what's going to happen so we cling to the few who seem different.
When I grow up I want to be Wyatt Prunty.