Punk, Ska, Hip-hop, most anything besides country:
Screeching Weasel, Rancid, Face to Face, Fablous Disaster, Ramones, Saves the Day, Atom and His Package, Teenage Bottle rocket, Mustard Plug, Less Than Jake, Big D and the Kids Table, ASOB, Blink 182, MXPX, Dead Milkmen, Bouncing Souls, Anti-Flag, Toasters, Impossibles, Catch 22, Homegrown, Millencolin, No Use for a Name, Damone, Cruiserweight, Discount, Donnas, NOFX, Go Real Slow, Toasters, Mighty Mighty Bosstones, Jeffries Fan Club, The Know How, Get Up Kids, Face First, Greenday, Rocking Horse Winner, Dinosaur Jr., Guns and Roses, Modest Mouse, Pixies, Nice and Smooth, Jurassic 5, Mos Def, A Tribe Called Quest, ASEOP Rock, FreezePop, Stereolab
Television
Cartoon Network and Tech TV if I had it... Don't watch TV too much...
Books
havent ready any in a bit.... Harry potters, Brave new World, Catcher in the Rye
Hello all, I hope everyone had a great year. This year has been come and almost to its end. So what have you accomplished? Well for me its just planty of headache. Before I leave, I want to say Merry Christmas and a happy New Years to all.
I do not love you as if you were brine-rose, topaz, or barbed carnations thrown off by the fire. I love you as certain hidden things are loved, secretly, between night and soul.
I love you like the flower-less plant carrying inside itself the light of those flowers, and, graced by your love, a fierce perfume risen from earth, is alive, concealed in my flesh.
I love you without knowing how, whence, when. I love you truly, without doubts, without pride, I love you so, and know, no other way to love,
none but this mode of neither You nor I, so close that your hand over my chest is my hand, so close they are your eyes I shut when I sleep.
so myspace told it's your birthday tomorrow, so I told myspace to tell you happy birthday, and it said pshh tell him yourself, and I said fine I'll leave a message. it happened just like that too ... Happy Birthday Kevin
I have gone marking the atlas of your body
with crosses of fire.
My mouth went across: a spider, trying to hide.
In you, behind you, timid, driven by thirst.
Stories to tell you on the shore of evening,
sad and gentle doll, so that you should not be sad.
A swan, a tree, something far away and happy.
The season of grapes, the ripe and fruitful season.
I who lived in a harbor from which I loved you.
The solitude crossed with dream and with silence.
Penned up between the sea and sadness.
Soundless, delirious, between two motionless gondoliers.
Between the lips and the voice something goes dying.
Something with the wings of a bird, something of anguish
and oblivion.
The way nets cannot hold water.
My toy doll, only a few drops are left trembling.
Even so, something sings in these fugitive words.
Something sings, something climbs to my ravenous mouth.
Oh to be able to celebrate you with all the worlds of joy.
Sing, burn, flee, like a belfry at the hands of a madman.
My sad tenderness, what comes over you all at once?
When I have reachers the most awesome and the coldest summit
my heart closes like a nocturnal flower.
whats goin on guy,
long time since the days of Hendrick trying to find a excuse to make me leave and go to the office. You still ride? Well anyway take it easy have a good week and don't forget to wear clean underwear
lata
