Lover of good poetry (what's their style of music?)
(What poets do you like?)
(Like 'wah, we wrote this song when we were 16-- well that's our excuse-- so we'll sing through our noses.' It's hard to describe. I would inflict their awful song, 'Rough Draft' on you, but I value you too highly. They're the sort of people who fit 'in lieu of this sooong' into a song fifty times and think that they are intellectuals. Who really should get a check up at their Ear nose and throat clinic, you know?)
(Oops! Ignore my last post, it was on the wrong thread! Just put "bad" in place of "good")
(I think I shall be giving the Yellowcards a miss if they ever come to our shores.)
Nefarious (unless I need to be!)
(Oh, they're just called 'Yellowcard,' which is a really... bad name. It just doesn't click, if you know what I mean.)
Rampaging through the streets of Tokyo
(Wow; both your personality and your photo make you look younger; about 37 or so, I had thought..)
Signing copies of Anne Bronte's 'Tenant of Wildfell Hall,' while saying that she has decended from Trotsky's lesser known brother's boss.
Underarm inspector
(though one should always hold on to one's dreams, I guess.)
