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_cursed_ is MINEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!1 ya hear? MINEEEEEEE MINEE MINEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE:P
VERSES OF A MADMAN: Dragged into the premises of the old Russian's mind, dead for over a hundred years time. Yet he lives, as many have said… The question is however, for what reason? Merely for our mental orgasms? Or for something more... more as in deep? She cursed heaven's door for locking her within. Might and wisdom grow as opposite. Hence, as opposites attract, why repel? Or rebel the mighty O' wise ones? I ask as an outsider, to keep my modesty afloat. As I have been turned out of almost everywhere, homes, minds, arcades and bars. What have I left to brag about? My thinning brown hair? Who has seen the end of the tunnel, and has spoken of his tale? Lies, all lies brought forth into minds of trouble, and still we are obsessed with their insane riddles. .....friends are made; not given. They breed as your grain multiplies.... I have no friends...as I have no grain.. Streets, of crumbling neglected tar Trampled on by many, like that whore in the dark. Used, but never appreciated, who are the ones to sin? Power you have, so you walk around bold- through the streets; the flesh, while you are still warmed by your mould. Not a thought for the ones out in the cold. From colorful rainbows… to the grey of the dead What lies in between, an urge to copulate? To multiply crying eyes; within walls of the prisons, of the brothels, of the mind....... decorations for your temples, all so sickening yet divine. And who am I to speak so loud? While I myself rejoice in the crowd. He cast his eyes on all, he did but not regret, died still young. Breeders of moisture; moisture of breeders. But, all of this is sane. Not a theory of an invalid sperm, that ceases to agree with nature, or a sexual germ. That beyond this plain, where she cannot restrain… He undresses here; strips her-beats her-loves her, breeds her-bleeds her and she does all that is told. As he has eyes that project, all he needs. And she is not as innocent.. for she has eyes of her own. You are never safe, while being fully dressed, you could still be nude to the bone. Well join me friends, fill my narrow raft. Let us set a sail to an unknown land, and if it must, let us drown together and settle at last. In love, of the purest form, let us give up our lives, to unite as one on the other side. I daresay I'm delusional ... I even pray! Friends breed as you bleed of your possessions, as vampires that will suck you dry. I have no friends, for I have nothing to bleed. The truth is always bitter.... oh, how true! But carry on, I'll be in your eyes for long Till the day we burn, in your eyes for long Till the oceans flood and drown us within It's sweet caresses, so unbearable... we die. And settle. A day in my past, as a child I recall hiding behind a wooden door. Dark as it was, fear did not touch me. I lay there without a thought... but tears flowed for no cause. I was in pain, but what pain was it? The answer has never dawned. I laid there for hours, I could hear my parent's call… I was too tired... tired of it all. Mother would panic, I found satisfaction in her tears… why was I like that? Yet I would not respond. Finally crawl out into the light, when my mood would turn. Bombs explode lighting up the black skies. Exposing the most horrid of all eyes... as a poor pup whines from fear. Teardrops overflow from eyes and fall through the nose reddening the flesh into a monstrous glow. He who stands there unaware... will speak as innocent lives go to waste on dry mountains. Bullets shot by numbed eyes hit that of their sisters, killing them instantly. Mountains go red as the fifth year of aggression brings forth nothing but blood shed. Confused minds rule, as they own a gun, murderers, psychopaths lead us all... lead us to our doom. Then as messiahs, come the rebels... marching down their mountains.. Kill.... then go back up again. Life does not hold any meanings... it's less than a game. All that can be achieved is forgotten, lives are lost with a roll of the dice. A pathetic state this world is in.... When men hate men, all that's left to do is... kill. Sins turn into deeds.... heaven sucks on hell's icy cock... Life is not worth living anymore Moths fly into the flame and die... Nothing exists… Not you; not I. Yes, yes I am a loser. Why do you scream into my ears? Ha! And to think of you all as wise… I'd rather die. The 'Shakti' lies dormant at the base of your spine. She is the eternal mother, the feminine aspect of all creation. Coiled like a serpent, in three folds, she rests… hence you exist . She is your ego, yet it is limited to your skin. Let her rise and mate with her counter part… SHIVA… the all knowing, who dances away at the back of your neck. Awaken your 'Kundalini'; with bursts of air through the spine… the hidden realm of the unconscious mind. Awake! Merge into the infinite… for now the ego is set free. She relates not to merely the bones… but to the whole universe… infinity. Oh my shining star... where do you hide? Young adults do not feel... they just exist. Now by this… don't any of you dare relate… as I speak all… to myself. The young adult… I... cannot feel. For as the Holy man said I could not. His words were not as rude as mine. Love? All you are, is but a phallus. You cannot feel love.. you feel lust and infatuation! "ohhh ... yea.. I do; well what the hell should I do?" ok… so I'm bothered by these words... A phallus? I'd like to burst out laughing my ass off... but of course I don't. I sit silently and let the words of wisdom over power me. For what am I? In front of HE? I sit and listen attentively. The brother of mankind has made me his son... I am proud to be! Maybe someday… the stone shall sparkle and illuminate the night that resides within me.... till then..... WANK! When by strength of the unknown, the impossible becomes the possible. When all laws put forth by mortals defy, we quietly hide our tails and slip inside our snail cases and breathe on our inextinguishable stench. Eyes of power cast down and humbly retreat within their shells and, curse. For good triumphs, as throughout infinite time, over evil and the sheep bleat happily; unaware. The sheep must die.... Cracks that have surfaced on the hands of creation, weather and the balm of sweet expectations heal the broken. Heat and cold play side by side in this never ending game of victory, while we suffer as mere butterflies. Streets awaken in a blaze of a thousand suns and eyes with their hands haunt in each corner. With alcohol as the only substance for life and flesh… it's only reason, eyes close in sublime pleasure as they approach the unhealthy climax. Haggard eyes, belonging to dense growths of matted hair engulfed by eternal snowfall of dandruff, shut. Climax is reached... all else is dead! The road continues... but where do we get off? A million light years away, hidden by some irregular gravitational field or chance, the chosen one blind to the truth that all must fall. Cuddled up, unafraid; within the claws of ignorance's embrace, she sleeps. Howls emitted by inflated, cancered lungs spread through the silence, like a forest fire feeding on all that dares block it's way. Imprisoned within invisible cells, we dance in the shadows of reality forgetting the real. One day all shall come to a halt, the inevitable shall catch up to us and into his soothing pit, we shall unconsciously fall. Then at once, when the blinds are raised, we will find ourselves being dragged by our genitals, through hell's gates. The purity of fire should never be questioned. Great, was the man who died for his beliefs. Where do we stand on the same pedestal of divinity some have earned? Is all we do in life so simple? Eat, breed and sleep undercover of a shelter. Nothing more than, rather less, animals that do the same yet hide from none; nature their shelter. Plastic! Plastic is your skin, immune to all touches, plastic is your mind, immune to all reasons. When nothing but rot flows in your veins and nothing but gain is thought in your brains. Flocks of bleating sheep qued in a butchers' shop, eagerly awaiting their turn, by eating, breeding and sleeping; enjoying their time. Flies hatched their eggs… within the gory skulls painted green by smashed cerebral ganglion and new life… fed on the dead. Brought to a halt, the busses screech with resentment and the inertia of habit pulls us along the way of the worms. Corpses walk stiff, clothed in extremely starched underwear and grumble about the weather, softly. Nocturnal creatures such as the modern human being, slip out of their caves in search for flesh through the Christmas tree jungle. Mating calls pierce through the load roar of the kings of the city; the cars. Jingles jingle, coming from a fat pocket full of coins. Those sweet sounds, unmistakable to trained ears of the females, are the mating calls of humans living in the modern city. Beheaded rats scramble through dark passages that stink of urine and shit. A bearded old man in shabby old clothes vomits another gallon of undigested liquor. Unlit lamps sway around their crippled wires and fall; sending millions of small particles of glass flying into the atmosphere. A fat cat 'meows' in contentment after finishing off the headless rat man and runs away with it's belly swaying from side to side. Bang! Followed by a strong odor of gunpowder and screams of excited rats. A young man, in decent clothes sleeps in a puddle of blood oozing out from a hole on his right temple. Rats surround, and one is already nibbling on his brains....... .... a day in the modern city ... an unlit day in the modern jungle. Waiting; for you... little girl Your eyes are full of.... loneliness. Let me; take you... on a wishful spree Eyes light up... with your gentle kiss... Despair; the little statue sheds no tears. Eyes turned into stone, unmoving – unaware. Hollow within- emotionally robbed, don't blame me... not my fault. Shrieking cries of an unknown bird, echo within an undefined world. Garbage when used wisely… turns into gold. The burden I carry cannot be sold. Dark hums, hummed to the beat of barking dogs... freeze the ears into which they land. The dusty trail ceases to excite numb bones anymore. Crushed; defeated the white flag hangs high, the eyes meet, lowered and shy. Where does the broken voice call from? The throat is exceptionally clear. Undigested fat, clot old passages, all systems stop.... a stroke! The heat intensifies, under woolen threads… the skin resides, drenched in perspiration and tears. The whole kingdom shakes, as lonely dead horses trotter through the streets of life. An image of beauty stands within reach, with green eyes and soft red lips. Pale is the skin, bathed in molten ivory… with hair that bears a yellow waterfall. And again, there she stands... just waiting to be picked and carried... in vain. No hands dare reach her. Hence, in the corner with diminished lights and tearful eyes, a lovely work of nature... dies. .... the bright side of suicide. Hate; for all I care... fragments of fakeness, don't scare. Bewildered you are; faced with the black sheep of all humanity. What do you know, when not even a glimpse is shown? Settle within your own dark comforts and pray... do not judge. It is not 'he'... that the moment summons... BEHOLD... IT IS 'HE'!!!! The air burned, in suffocating pollutants. Eyes shut, for the sting was unbearable. Minds emptied on to the side walks for a copper Lives ruined in desperation to satisfy the fucking hunger. Eyes shut, again. These belong to the unaffected. The self is god... all else are… but dogs. The – End But there is no end... the cycle continues.... Fluorescent beams passing overhead, disappear with a blink of the eyes. The "human" armed with hair triggered rage and epileptic seizures, scans the deserted roads for a game. The sickle slung secretly covered by his shirt penetrates his skin. Blood trickles out leaving a burning red stain on the light colored material. Silence..... only the echoes of his footsteps, in rhythmic intervals disturb the dead night. Helter skelter...... These lonely eyes deprived of love, over the years have rebelled against the cause. Paranoid psychosis displaces the normalcy of the ordinary mind. Beaten, assaulted, hated, robbed of not only possessions but of emotions as well. These lonely eyes have turned to that of a predator. Anyone; just anyone is liable to be his next prey. Oh, no more of that "Devil's Bullshit" for me. No, the Devil has nothing to do with this Frankenstein. The evils of the establishment, of society, of the law, some of the high seated profiles oversaw.... are the sole fuels to give birth to such human flaws. I pity the flaws, but the sheep must die! I spared them half of what I owned. The other half went to waste on a billiard table. In single file, like little army men, they marched. Seated themselves comfortably outside the barred gates and focused their supposed innocent eyes on the colorful faces that stood before them. Some well off; some in rags; children cheated by fate was what they were. A five year old sat there like he was fifty. I was amazed to see such a sober expression on such a tiny man's face. He was quiet. Unlike the rest, who eventually joined in on the singing, dancing and merry making, he sat there in the same position; same expression. I went over to him and asked him to come closer. He was reluctant at first but eventually seated himself on my knee. I looked at him and he at the others; expressionless. Then the time for distributing the clothing items came. I grabbed some warm and lasting clothes and gave them to him. His face lit up. I felt relieved... Someone had put an old Mickey Mouse cap along with the rest of the clothes. It was red with black ears sticking out from it's sides. I put it on my little friends head, and for the first time since I saw him, he looked his age. This was at the Central Prison. The kids were with their parents, who were convicts, and were suffering; hardening; exposed to the bitterness of reality at such a tender age. If I was an emotional person, I must say I'd hug them and cry till things got better. But here I am again, safely soaked in the comforts of a home. A warm shelter, enough food... nothing for me to really worry about. All I can do now is recall meeting them earlier and wonder what they must be doing. I can do nothing... I can't even shed a tear.... The darker half of paradise... forgotten by those in the light. We all die. No more hate, no more sores. A life of darkness has now become, a bore. Greetings fate; my... you're late! I've tasted the fruit, it's poison spreads yet. Build me another alter, crucify me upside down. Where is the voice we once heard? Am I not a son... .... AM I NOT A SON? Curls, eyes, lips..... voice, skin, teeth, ears..... so nice. Fear, ego, looks..... flaunt, cars, houses, girls.. haunt. Rules made by the 'teachers'. A lonely winter eve, with thick socks and folded woolen sleeves, stood a master chameleon breathing in on the mist. Stars blinked a challenge; a stare that brought adrenaline to flow, through portals of flesh present in every living host. A struggle for oxygen broke out. The vomit and the mucus, blocked it's path... it grew cold. Heat from a million breathing bodies, cooked the medium sized room that stank of residual tobacco smoke. Unconscious, numb, shivering, terrified. The sun is born from the seed of the drunken one. The son is thrown from the cum of the normal man. My cough is born from the fumes of the holy one. Let me live; I want my share of the pretty ones. Scarred, and blisters grow within my throat. A comedian acting out a role in the middle of thick undergrowths that pierce the delicate skin. Over the wall and into the fields jumped the few, who could still stand. Seated on a black historical cloak with the grass burning in the cold. Eyes moisten as the beauty of the real nature is taken in. I want this second to never end. The back cup was filled to it's brim, at a point of sipping in. A tiny hole, smaller than a nail brought liquid of sweetness trickling into the mouth. The time was divided with the tune of harmonious strings, that vibrated beyond the world and skin, into the heart and bliss filled in. How far do I still have to walk, before I stop and break this head that feels so heavy on top? The mind undergoes a drought of thoughts, everything turns dry as usual; I wish you would stay. Don't mind me, I'm just this way, ever depressed, evergrey. Dazzled the eyes open to see a new world. But with time, sink into the bottomless pit of boredom. Star cast sky, when will this end? A wish I made; lost in vain........... while the voice of a madman, recollects, into tombs of aluminum buckets, the stars shine, unreal reflected..... the excitement dies, indifferent smothered by kisses of the Holy ghost the father and son, a story untold. Gather up the wickets, they make a good fuel. Rest it on my lap for a better flame. When flesh and wood burn together, the profound stench will heal the wounds. Another religion in the making............. THERE IS NO RELIGION!! All 'isms' are nothing but poop. Words are thrown for a birth of a book..... These eyes fall within the deep sky where stars melt, milk spilt high. Head hurts, brain must die............... Eyes close, where do you hide? Day crumbles, night shadows in Pain in my limbs, eat up old skin. Death to none.... All shall live...... All but me... that is. Sharp edged humid orange tongue that dangles between pearls of hardened rock Slither mysteriously, for a chance to pounce On an innocent toy, green mermaids float on by. The sheep must be converted. And is that why he embraces death for all he sees has been churned down to dust into fragments of a fake reality? All but the end, who remains the same, corroded into abstract stains that slip through fingers when held. A time will come when death is crowned It will surround, snapping off nerves In their graves, they will not observe. The flirtatious mind, after a stroll across the sky finds a new apple of it's eye. There she stands, glowing and blush encapsulated within a thought; a memory. All men are equal in the house of GOD yet if it is housed by humans, duality prevails "Are you in love with me?" she asked "Yes, yes, I am truly in love with you Holy Mother." "Mother?" she cried astonished, "Yes, yes the feminine aspect the entire cosmos, the ever so loving energy, that boils my blood in murdering intensity." Her hair swept, brushing my face as she turned to hide a tear The second froze, I dived into her eyes The unseen yonder, numbed me. All I could manage was a murmur: "Yes this is my craving – my only love, it stings The exterior is a casket, your lovely heart sings You are the only one, to make this man bend Away with these traditions, can I take your hand?" What I see around me in this rainbow dome is a massive palette of human colors. With respect to the untrained eyes one is a foreigner in the eyes of the other. But this is where all diversities end One is himself in the eyes of the other. Cheers to the man who broke all boundaries Cheers to the God who built new possibilities. Divine plays circulate, as I sit at the base of a metallic fort with fluorescent spears, pointed to my face Of all I could have discovered, looking through a light bulb brings a better picture. Glass breaks and penetrates the skin causing much pain. Maddening heat creeps through the air As I unsuccessfully try to write this picture- to find an ear who'd hear my clatter The sun always rises from the east A beast shall always remain a beast And the fruitless effort now takes a leave. Faces vanish, new ones appear High tide in this unrestrained ocean of human droplets As the gravity of He nears and intensifies. Lame bodies explode in unspeakable spasms of ecstasy As their creator, who is none but themselves, comes into view. Herds of Christs, complete with the spiny bones, beard and hair roam the new Jerusalem. All they lack is a crucifix and a thorny crown without which they look so proud. Bless them who tread on the lonely sand without purpose. Bless them; then, hang them! A mountain of corpses. I sit up front heading my flock, a responsibility based on what some call luck, some destiny. I call it destiny. Agonizing is the wait on delicate feet, vulnerable to the pressure on concrete... and the prize? To fall at the feet of the universal mother And dissolve oneself into the boundless universe of oneness and bliss. Some prize, eh? The author and the characters, are but one. Many hands of the early birds Dipped in molten holy wax. Peace on their lips, peace in their hearts As we celebrate the birth of our Christ. Though cold the air, wrapped in thin fiber The furnace of love is set ablaze. When flames in the hands, and in the hearts Rise to be one, a holy state. Cold is the morn, but warm is this holy Christmas day. Gradually the world sheds her clothes Exposing her soft-tender-ivory skin Are we all to busy to note This divine spectacle our lord hath brought forth? Vultures of either fame or lust Transform into doves that sing thus: "Forgive us lord for we were too blind to see, Help us lord for there is none but thee." All this, and much more fall into peace As the blue carpet is laid for our mother's feet. Responsibilities are to shape oneself When misused, they're for making fools Red scarves, blue scarves all turn out the same Egos are fed, responsibility raped for gain. And how my eyes twinkle- and my heart leaps To find a fellow rebel amidst the lame sheep Praise the lord for he knows best Tyrants are these... victims of incest. The sheep must die..... Hear my pleas, I'm burning in this ignited tomb Joints stiff from minimal use We strain to capture a glimpse Work out a miracle, burry us in bliss. Headless, formless, nameless, free Loving, caring, peaceful, glee Floating, flowing, existing, unrestrained Diversities unite in this Holy terrain. The voices spoken by all are mine The fly that flies, the sky that shines The sheep, the gods…seen, unseen Are all me; just lil o' me. He who has breathed, in the slums of the wasteland He who has dwelt, from where only few return Mystery surrounds this bright living corpse Who's eyes have seen the sun rise at night and the universe sprinkled with stars in daylight. He who has fed on worms to survive He who had once forsaken life... Is now cradled in the womb of right When obtained His grace, night turns to light. When eyes close and sink into thought A new genre of sight trickles in The lonely breeze of heart breaking vibes Clears away your troubled skies. Silent yet alive, beautiful is she And in her lap I rest, fearlessly As I speak of her, I tremble and stutter So great is my love for her; my mother nature. The climb was steep as long as it lasted But now on top, the climb was a breeze The perspiration flows, uncontrolled The peace it brings, all foretold. To share this peace would be better still Incomplete is the sensation, when all alone. A time to love, but I spit on thee On the weak ground you stand, so fearlessly. Fire your curses demons, you know not peace. What have you learnt if you feel no empathy? I now understand why the masses of heads hang, From what looks like threads of devotion, yet is of greed. I'll cut off mine, enjoy a better view. One down, a billion left, luck on your crusade. The morning was fresh, so humid, so grey All had expectations, directing their ways All fell off warm beds, into the cold cave Mine was a reason of strength unknown To discover a path through this deadly maze. Confidence gnawed by failures, has turned sour The light I once had within me, extinguishing with the days. If it is His will, the stake will be driven in If it is His will, I shall die, still a beast within. Hey religious man! So now you flee? When the God he speaks, your mind is bored Your body restless, spare of us your fakeness. We have come to grow.... If you have come for something else Please leave us alone. Time to cover up footsteps, and dig a hole With a hood over my eyes and feet so cold A bloody nose, a broken skull Is all they left me, sticking inside a crumbling hole. Turn around, cat eyes, ugly fur Adjacent gardens, cause a stir Heavily made up, a top on her nose Oh how I'd like to get some of those.... Set aside the gold in your arms Take a look at life with a thorn So it may be summer time, present time With the world in your hands. Light! So sweet is the warmth on a frozen mind And swollen eyes that saw crimson, while it thawed. Yes, it'd take a million births to see beyond the veil Or to see the glow of truth, in this blackout where lies replicate. Stunned!... Vibrations, man....; they shake this aging tomb Cheeks shine with ripened colors, as they sing another "Great Vine" Harley was this! Harley was that!, like clans clashing away I better get straight! I better get out!, to another life... That’s getting bore some with each day. Enough of this "weather gossip", what was I expected to say? Yes, yes! Fun, fun! Good... ha.ha.ha....ha;.............? Can't you realize;...ha...ha.ha....ha, these eyes see another sky??? Well, the old bell broke the silence; melody struck at high noon. To act out this cartoon role, I'd have joined the Looney Toons. Itchy! Itchy! Itchy!...ummmmm. Itchy! Itchy!....ummmmm.... Can you hear the grinding stone, and the yellow baby's fall… thump? If you can't...; well try a bit, life can be so fun! Murdering!.... Masses OF! Ferocious!!!.... Kids inside a barrel Loosen your mouth, flex your jaws, this requires practice, I repeat. Can't you hear a song develop, with a rhythm, and a beat? If you can't, you better start, no good suffering from cold feet. But all you are, is a flock of hair sprayed mutton-sheep. He saw the GRANDA CANYON!!!! and we saw the creek We saw the NERD'S CRAYON!!!... and he did a couple of chicks. We skip a few showers, he's in the bathroom shining his cheeks GIVE IT TO HIM! GIVE IT TO HIM! He's begging for a kick! Stuck midway, a sneeze erupts the day What... the... HELL!!!!!!! HA-HA!!!!! What am I trying to say? 911! 911! The monkeys scream as they swing along Telephone wires, don't they ever tire? That one has a new cellular. Sunshine; the pinky room, with hearts stuck on the walls Listening to Britney Spears,... just returned from the Mall. Oh my shoes! Oh my hair! What do you think of my new ears? 'ummm.. they’re nice, but aren't you supposed to have em' over here?' ........ and she faints, lipstick smears, a nail chips away.... Play this scene, in a slow motion screen, you'll find somewhere in your head. Notice how the structure falls, a rare species this old bird I eat the air, with a laugh, could you please fill it up? I really never liked it rough, I'm gentle… but a bit naughty. I don't know why the heck, but I like the name "Dead poets society". It's claws dig deep and so persistent is it's grip Maneuvering mechanical humans by what we call fear. Sticky and stinking, it's flavor imprints itself on our tongues The foul taste brings brightness, we step aside, stunned. Little feather whistles as she floats below the trees Aging mountains smile, exposing yellow teeth Far into the river bank, where sparkling water flows The very sands of history, settle below the gorge. Twilight sky, impressions smothered in light Wicked arms stretch along, gripping poisonous vines From there to civilization From here to the burning lake If you need walk, walk on tiptoes the hungry bird prowls nearby Best if you carry a musket, to shoot yourself... if found. I can see the stars....... A miracle; a grateful gift If wings grew, hands, I'd bid you farewell I'd fly up to the milky way And maybe bring you a glass of sky... A voice over the radio, some half monkey in labor it seems I saw her walk this way, after a tiring sunbath day Yellow flowers, a purple dress, white teeth... a perfect set. I followed her hair, her French poodle scared Till I reached her cave Slept till dusk, slipped into her hut From a tree growing nearby. She told me her name I told her my game She kissed me with an M-16 I broke off my chain, jumped into her grave She started following me from the next day. He climbed up cars... Fell off planets.......... Screaming he was the Lizard King "I can do anything" Snakes are the most beautiful of creatures. |
If I could fly...
I can... 'why drink and drive, when you can smoke and fly?'
If I had 3 wishes...
I'd wish for a million more wishes
Education is...
Nirvana,Alice in Chains,The Doors,Megadeth,Slayer,Burzum,Cradle Of Filth,Limbonic Art,Jimi Hendrix, Aldous Huxley,D.H. Lawrence,Jack Kerouac,Allen Ginsberg,William Blake, Jack Henry Abbot,Ayn Rand,Sartre,Hunter s. thompson,Acid House,Trainspotting,in the belly of the beast,pappilon,Mr. nice, The Catcher in the rye,The battle Royale,Monty Python,lock stock and two smoking barrels,the simpsons,family guy,fear and loathing in las vegas,detroit rock city, almost famous, air heads, wayne's world 1 and 2, the pianist, open your eyes, citizen kane, phone booth,etc. |
What I love to do:
just about anything that walks:P