Music:
#1...GOD! In other words...MANSON!!! I am totally obssessed and inlove with manson...If I
had the chance I would rip his clothes off and rape him...And after lock him up in my
closet so I can tke advantage of him every single night...
Oh yea and steal his boots...lol hmmm yea and twiggy owns me as well!!
#2...Cradle Of Filth... Dani Filth...Hmmmm CAN I SAY MORE?!?! I love Cradle...
#3... Tool.... I used to listen to Tool every single second of my day about 2 to 3 years
ago...Then I stopped for a bit and since of lately I have been having a Tool obssession
again!! YA TOOL!!!
#4... NIN..Trent...Sexy muthafucka I love NIN awsome tunes!
#5... Disturbed. I have been loving Disturbed for a looooong fuckin time now...
#6... Guns N roses.... I will just quote... "What u pissed off cuz ur dad gets more
pussy then u do? FUCK U!! SUCK MY FUCKING DICK!!"
hehehe gotta love GNR!
#7...Metallica.. I love old school Metallica... Sucks that they became such losers
lately...
#8... Pink Floyd.. hmmm I love Floyd...*dreams*
#9... Linkin Park.. I know a lot of ppl don’t like them..But I am in the little group of
ppl that do... yay go Linkin!!
#10... NickleBack...OK NOW I dont understand why everyone hates them so much!??! I love my
Nickleback!!!!
#11...Slipknot... Yes I like Slipknot... I am not obssessed but I like them.
okie thats basically my top 11 selection of music..
Movies (not described)
#1... Natural Born Killers...
#2... Dark City
#3... Pulp Fiction
#4... Cheech And Chong (any of their movies)
#5... Pi
#6... Requiem for a dream
#7... Any Stephen King aside from Dream Catchers.
#8... First few Freddie Kreuger.
#9... The butterfly Affect
#10.. Seven
On my free time I love playing guitar and being on the computer...I love reading and
writting...I shall post some on here later...If I dont u can go to my "website"
(http://www.livejournal.com/users/chronic_kiko)
and check some shit out there.
I am a fun, open minded, hyperactive yet down to earth, friendly, kinda person
I love
music and movies if u love those too chances are we are going to get along pretty damn
well. Oh yea and FOAMY and PILLZ E ROCKs MY SOX!!!
well thats it for my shit..
Taken from the movie 25th hour...u find this offensive? good! fuck u!
(Monty walks into the bathroom. He looks in the mirror. In the bottom corner, someone’s
written Fuck You!)
Monty: Yeah, fuck you, too.
Monty’s Reflection: Fuck me? Fuck you! Fuck you and this whole city and everyone in it.
Fuck the panhandlers, grubbing for money, and smiling at me behind my back.
Fuck squeegee men dirtying up the clean windshield of my car. Get a fucking job!
Fuck the Sikhs and the Pakistanis bombing down the avenues in decrepit cabs, curry
steaming out their pores and stinking up my day. Terrorists in fucking training. Slow the
fuck down!
Fuck the Chelsea boys with their waxed chests and pumped up biceps. Going down on each
other in my parks and on my piers, jingling their dicks on my Channel 35.
Fuck the Korean grocers with their pyramids of overpriced fruit and their tulips and roses
wrapped in plastic. Ten years in the country, still no speaky English?
Fuck the Russians in Brighton Beach. Mobster thugs sitting in cafés, sipping tea in little
glasses, sugar cubes between their teeth. Wheelin’ and dealin’ and schemin’. Go back where
you fucking came from!
Fuck the black-hatted Chassidim, strolling up and down 47th street in their dirty
gabardine with their dandruff. Selling South African apartheid diamonds!
Fuck the Wall Street brokers. Self-styled masters of the universe. Michael Douglas, Gordon
Gecko wannabe mother fuckers, figuring out new ways to rob hard working people blind. Send
those Enron assholes to jail for fucking life! You think Bush and Cheney didn’t know about
that shit? Give me a fucking break! Tyco! Imclone! Adelphia! Worldcom!
Fuck the Puerto Ricans. 20 to a car, swelling up the welfare rolls, worst fuckin’ parade
in the city. And don’t even get me started on the Dom-in-i-cans, because they make the
Puerto Ricans look good.
Fuck the Bensonhurst Italians with their pomaded hair, their nylon warm-up suits, and
their St. Anthony medallions. Swinging their, Jason Giambi, Louisville slugger, baseball
bats, trying to audition for the Sopranos.
Fuck the Upper East Side wives with their Hermés scarves and their fifty-dollar Balducci
artichokes. Overfed faces getting pulled and lifted and stretched, all taut and shiny.
You’re not fooling anybody, sweetheart!
Fuck the uptown brothers. They never pass the ball, they don’t want to play defense, they
take fives steps on every lay-up to the hoop. And then they want to turn around and blame
everything on the white man. Slavery ended one hundred and thirty seven years ago. Move
the fuck on!
Fuck the corrupt cops with their anus violating plungers and their 41 shots, standing
behind a blue wall of silence. You betray our trust!
Fuck the priests who put their hands down some innocent child’s pants. Fuck the church
that protects them, delivering us into evil. And while you’re at it, fuck JC! He got off
easy! A day on the cross, a weekend in hell, and all the hallelujahs of the legioned
angels for eternity! Try seven years in fuckin Otisville, Jay!
Fuck Osama Bin Laden, Alqueda, and backward-ass, cave-dwelling, fundamentalist assholes
everywhere. On the names of innocent thousands murdered, I pray you spend the rest of
eternity with your seventy-two whores roasting in a jet-fueled fire in hell. You towel
headed camel jockeys can kiss my royal, Irish ass!
Fuck Jacob Elinski, whining malcontent.
Fuck Francis Xavier Slaughtery, my best friend, judging me while he stares at my
girlfriend’s ass.
Fuck Naturel Rivera. I gave her my trust and she stabbed me in the back. Sold me up the
river. Fucking bitch.
Fuck my father with his endless grief, standing behind that bar. Sipping on club soda,
selling whiskey to firemen and cheering the Bronx Bombers.
Fuck this whole city and everyone in it. From the row houses of Astoria to the penthouses
on Park Avenue. From the projects in the Bronx to the lofts in Soho. From the tenements in
Alphabet City to the brownstones in Park slope to the split levels in Staten Island. Let
an earthquake crumble it. Let the fires rage. Let it burn to fuckin ash then let the
waters rise and submerge this whole, rat-infested place.
Monty: No. No, fuck you, Montgomery Brogan. You had it all and then you threw it away, you
dumb fuck!
(He takes a breath and tries to rub away the words.)
JTHM WRITTEN IN BLOOD BEFORE EVERYTHING WENT BLACK.
Sometimes...
You can cry until there is nothing wet in you.
You can scream and curse until your throat rebels and ruptures.
You can pray, all you want, to whatever god you think will listen.
And, still, it makes NO difference.
It goes on, with no sign as to when it might release you.
And you never know that if it ever did relent...
It would not be because it cared.
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