*Zoning out. *trying to listen. *reading books 2-3 pages at a time. *drawing blue prints for tanks . *Ghosts. *Space ships. *Making fun of things I don't understand like peoples race, beliefs or religion. *talkin shit. *making drunks laugh. *driving fast.
*Anyone who killed a legend like Loch Ness or the Yetti. *An alcoholic, reclusive ice fisherman. *The person whose job it is to take down crosses off the side of the road to mark an accident. *An army sniper. *A CIA snitch.
I love the shit out of Rock n Roll: New Kids, Slick Rick, Devestatin' Dave the turntable slave, y'know old school hype rhytms and dope beats. Why does it matter what I listen to? Don't judge me. My shop teacher tried to judge me and he's dead from a voo doo heart attack. I only answer to Jeff the night time shift manager.
Videodrome, The Changeling, Rosemary's Baby, Taxi Driver, Sunset Boulevard, What Ever Happened to Baby Jane, Psycho, The Wicker Man, The Haunting (orig.), The Human Tornado, Final Comedown. *** My Scientologist force fed me oats while I watched these fine films that I highly reccomend. Force Fed me oats. I do recommend.
I'm only allowed to watch televison through binocculars while I'm smacked with a wet salty towel. The only thing I really recoginize is the Rockford Files.
Religious Pamphlets, drive thru menus and pornographic emails from administrator Tom. I hate you Tom.
Nikki Sixx & Jack Kerouac