Somedays I feel like I have the memories of dinosaurs, old dusty Apple IIe nostalgia. I like to imagine that I will fossilize like Sue, a perfect T-rex apex predator sought after skeleton... I want to grow into a money tree that drops seeds of change, Just like I want to have been born a kite, everything for my benefit. And when I die I hope it's in Cheshire, grinning ear to ear at life as every stripe fades away. Where I go and where I've been doesn't matter. Then I will be solid, snaking by at Sonic speeds, a superhero.
stuffed shirt, pompous, lugubrious assholes with a pedantic grasp of the language and asinine philosophy, overbearing attention whores, drama lamas, bitches/bastards with an overabundant sense of self and little grasp on a non-sheltered reality, apathetic fucks, unprincipled, lazy, willfully ignorant schmucks, enabling, masochistic crybabies, whiners, gold miners, liars and fuck & chuck 69ers
my taste is ecclectic and broad but Sex Pistols, Riverdales, Muddy Waters, MSI, Starflyer 59 and a few others never seem to get old