the most delicious in the sense of -cious not deli, unless you've got a really good deli, organic ripe avocado, sort of comes close to what i think of when i think of matt, but i guess you've really got to be into produce to understand that matt is no regular avocado
Matt's the kind of boy that makes you
want to play dress-up...for them...with
them...While I may sleep through his
parties, I appreciate his sweetness and
pizzaz. Let's go crazy one of these
days, yes?
matt is like one of those gusts of wind
that comes out of nowhere and blows you
off the sidewalk and tossles your hair -
and you just stand there smiling
because it makes you feel tingly and
alive
Last weekend, I roll up to Coffe Shop at five in
the morning to find gangi in a paralytic state
of drunkeness arguing with 4 totally fucking
enormous bouncers over whether he could be
allowed to play his guitar instead of the shitty
downtempo they were playing. After being
denied this request over 50 times he pointed
his finger accusingly at all the restraunters
and proclaimed, "Fuck you all, you fucking
New York cocksuckers, I'm moving back to
L.A. They'll let me play my fucking guitar."
What else can be said...you'l be my brother til
the flipside...
Matt is a rock star. I met this guy at
some hole in the wall coffee shop in
Loser Ville, California. Also known as
Temple City. He opened for Last Child.
Rock. And I was like, wow, that kid's
cute, he really rocks my panties off.
And then, he walked out of my life,
back to New York. But let me tell you,
if I ever go to New York I'll be sure
to say "Hey, this is where Matt lives."
and if he ever comes back to California
he'll be like "Hey, this is where that
girl on my Friendster lives." And
we'll both live happily ever after.
The end.
motherfucker party wearing lots of black
eyeliner. more guys should wear the
stuff in real life.
want to play dress-up...for them...with
them...While I may sleep through his
parties, I appreciate his sweetness and
pizzaz. Let's go crazy one of these
days, yes?
We are all Matt's good friends.
that comes out of nowhere and blows you
off the sidewalk and tossles your hair -
and you just stand there smiling
because it makes you feel tingly and
alive
the morning to find gangi in a paralytic state
of drunkeness arguing with 4 totally fucking
enormous bouncers over whether he could be
allowed to play his guitar instead of the shitty
downtempo they were playing. After being
denied this request over 50 times he pointed
his finger accusingly at all the restraunters
and proclaimed, "Fuck you all, you fucking
New York cocksuckers, I'm moving back to
L.A. They'll let me play my fucking guitar."
What else can be said...you'l be my brother til
the flipside...
some hole in the wall coffee shop in
Loser Ville, California. Also known as
Temple City. He opened for Last Child.
Rock. And I was like, wow, that kid's
cute, he really rocks my panties off.
And then, he walked out of my life,
back to New York. But let me tell you,
if I ever go to New York I'll be sure
to say "Hey, this is where Matt lives."
and if he ever comes back to California
he'll be like "Hey, this is where that
girl on my Friendster lives." And
we'll both live happily ever after.
The end.