Activism, Alex Jones, Alternative Health, Altruism, Art, Blue vs. Red, Board Games, Chipotle, Circuits, Cockney, Coinstar, Coloring Books, Connecting, Conspiracy Theories, Creative Writing, Crop Circles, Easter Eggs, End Times, Erowid, Flickr, Freeway Interchanges, Hot Keys, Independent Film, iPod Touch, Locusts, Lucid Dreams, Lyrics, Mass Transit, Models, Modern Rock Radio, Morgellons, Muscle Confusion, Orchids, P2P, Pi, Pineal Gland, Progressive House, Schizophrenia, Sharp Cheddar, Simulation Gaming, Skylines, Specialty Coffee, Spelunking, Spirits, Surfing, Symbols, Truth Movement, Unspoken Rules, UrbanDictionary.com, Voices, Voluntary Simplicity, Web 2.0, Wine, Wood, Wormholes, Xenoglossy, Zazzle
Music
Planet Funk, BT, Linkin Park, Crystal Method, Modjo, Eminem, Nine Inch Nails, Crash Test Dummies, AFI, Caleb, Fall Out Boy, Coldplay, Filter, Luce, Tears for Fears, Depeche Mode, Placebo, Annie Lennox, Blur, Butthole Surfers, Foo Fighters, Duran Duran, Fountains of Wayne, Gravel Pit, Justin Timberlake, Marcy Playground, Sarah McLachlan, Jamie Cullum, Oasis, Transplants, The Police, Res, Tori Amos, Talking Heads, Pink Floyd, Nirvana, Fiona Apple, Goldfrapp, Dandy Warhols, Moby, Our Lady Peace, The Bravery, Dave Gahan, Seether, Alpinestars, The Editors, Prodigy, Calvin Harris, Fort Minor, Interpol, Faithless
Movies
Television
Lost, Greek, The Real World, My So-Called Life, Sex and The City, Six Feet Under, Dancing With The Stars, Heroes, I Love Lucy, Roseanne, Absolutely Fabulous, Wonder Years, Cash Cab
When you get to the point you figure out you are the anti-christ for the newfound hell that has become of your peaceful planet, carouse the demon-disaster-water-slide-park extravaganza (constructed to channel their energy into your doomsday-to-be) with nothing but glee. They ain’t gonna be happy-crew-campers just because their anti-son appears to be en-route from a glee club meeting. Hark the party calls! Change your attitude if you insist on nesting within my vibrant mind. You'll get nowhere. Why?
I believe ‘tis better to celebrate further the dark cold winter (so the summer-sex gets its extra tweaks and fetishes). Sobeit. The loser is winner here. Let them chill the frigid-reunion of smoke and gun however they wanna bang-away-the-day. There is a time for snowflakes and a time for beasts (albeit non-lethal of late). I suggest you amplify your complements of either opposing genre past anything currently understood “out-of-this-world”. Once you get that, add in your inherent criminal beyond anything resembling a controlled mental stamina. I trust this is a great recipe for anti-disaster. It is working for me.
For those of you who just gotta have house music, I empathize and digress. For the garnish you insist, try personification. I command we strike our nemesis-undefined with an ever-smacking memory of noteworthy approach. How might one twist the knife-further in the Clue game? Try sharing the details of this entire cult-ritual with your ever-patient boredom (a suffering crony who goes unnoticed simply wearing a mask-of-phony while sporting the grin of Lucifer as if Sock or Buskin compete for attention).
Forget not the true presence behind this front. Remind your best friend that by stalling for time, the favored gift-of-the-year is provided by default. Barnaby Boredom shall be driven downtown sooner than the moon blues New Orleans in a Petula Clark wonder-hit. Keep Mr. Boredom caged, disciplined, and militant; and note how it naturally bestows the future yellow-with-jealousy. I made up a dish for show so you may understand these methods I strive to employ. Read below. What you've just misunderstood makes you unable to disagree.
Indeed. Set-up styled as aforementioned, I rock the house more. That’s all. Good taste tastes *so* good, especially when one comes up gold-rush-gushing from behind the backroads with an even more spectacular surprise-secret-ingredient. California—here I come. My orbit is upside down. — JOSH KNOLL
Who I'd like to meet: God, Margaret Cho, David Spade, Albert Einstein, Daria, Parker Posey, Sandy Calder, Holden Caulfield, Puck, Bette Midler, Abraham Lincoln, Frankie Wilde, Madonna, Martha Stewart, Andy Warhol, Jem, Jesus Jones, Jenny Jones, Jim Jones, and David Koresh
I thought about you recently and realized that I hadn't talked you in a while. It happened while I was dusting -- found an old plaque with #1843 O.A.M. on it.
Hey Josh! It was so good to see you too! I'm so glad everything's going well. It was so fun that night just to catch up. Reminded me of the old days on South 16th! And the laugh, that laugh still gets me:)
I had a flashback to being in your room at the Chop House... I rememer Eicher coming into a dark and smokey room with a few folks on the couch watching the screen saver. He barges in and sees it all and says "ALL RIGHT so we're all geekin' out in here! Knoll, where are my smokes?"
Hey thanks for the wild video comment - I think that's the wildest thing that I've seen in a long time. How are you? It sounds like your life has been somewhat dynamic? Hope you are well.
hiiiiiii i miss you so much!!!! when can we get together? i hate my job. lunch? drinks? drinks at lunch? only kidding on the last one. i miss you i dont know if you have my new number...i will text it to you but send me a msg of when you can get togheter...hope to see you soon!
