..and healthy breats that bounce on his italian leather sofa.

[afterthemovie]

to me, coming from you, "friend" is a four letter word.
"end" is the only part of the word that i heard. call me morbid or absurd.
but to me, coming from you, "friend" is a four letter word.

this song reminds me of 7th grade. not only the things i remember, but what i smelled during a time i listened to this song, or the lighting i was in when i listened to this song, or the mood i was in when i heard this song. i don't just remember this stuff, i feel it. i re-experience it. it's like time traveling to a previous state of mind but in that dream-like-ish, euphoric-ish way. it's more than nostalgia. nostalgia is just plain depressing, whether you want to admit it to yourself or not.


cake's fashion nugget
jimmie's chicken shack's push the salmanilla envelope.
offspring's ixnay on the hombre
pedro the lion's whole EP
limp bizkit's three dollar bill y'all
weezer's pinkerton/blue album
chopper one's (forgotten title. lost cd)
epitaph's punk-o-rama vol. 1 and 3
cursive's ugly organ
chipmunks' christmas tape.
nofx's so long and thanks for all the shoes

i think that's it.