You leave your green around me, your green gonna get lit up. You leave your drink around me, believe your drink gonna get drunk up. You leave your girl around me, and she bet she gonna get stuffed.
Elliott Smith, don't talk shit. Talking Heads, Sonic Youth, Jefferson Airplane, I have horrible music taste most of the time. That's why I don't have very many good friends.
Oh, god. Anything by Haruki Murakami, Maud Martha by Gwendolyn Brooks, Sartre, Camus, Kafka, The Heart is a Lonely Hunter by Carson McCullers, The Great Gatsby. Please don't reccomend Hemingway to me, he probably cut a few ribs out to suck his own dick. Otherwise, any book in the whole world, I'll probably read it.
ice cream as a freebase accessory, stop staring at me, not taking my advice, pouring salt on slugs, theivery disguised as kindness, having no purpose ever, listing interests, really fucking awful euphamisms, when you had it coming
this town just gets smaller and all my friends have new names, including: Lizz Mueller, tylenol, demerol, anacin, excedrin. You leave your green around me, your green gonna get lit up. You leave your drink around me, believe your drink gonna get drunk up. You leave your girl around me, and she bet she gonna get stuffed.