Don't be dumb. Movies don't define what love is. It's just a stupid fantasy of what fake is. I mean, it's just like peace, you wear it on your shirt- that's it. Love isn't defined by a movie.

Are they really? You know, you can call it crap all you want, but now I'm looking forward to it.

Peace is impossible. It's just flat out, impossible. It's human nature to be greedy, to be selfish, to be hateful. And, with all those things, you can't have peace. Too much has happened for there to be peace. Minds, and free will has been shaped too much for it to be anything more than an over rated thing people wear on their shirts.

Well, I'm fond of almost any movie. I'm not that picky, but the worst movie I'd have to say is Twilight. But really, the books sucked, I didn't think the movie would be decent anyway. I mean, the plot is HINTED at one page 372 of the first book. First even thought of a plot. But, the plot isn't even made until page 755 of the last book. You know, the last page.

You gotta have rain
to have a rainbow
You gotta have ****
To have a **** in your mouth
You gotta skin a rich kid
to wear a rich kid suit
And you’ve gotta know by now I think you’re cute
And you've got to want to **** me
And you've got to want to eat my puss-y
And you've got to want to suck my tits off

The problem with kids today is they’re
Always thinkin’ bout getting laid
When they should just play some games
Like stick the **** in the hole
And you wanna know something grand?
The other night I met a guy named Chad
And he liked doing other things
Like playing hockey YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH NO
And I hear you got a digeridoo
And ah a Djembe too
Why don’t you come over and jam?
Hey… remember that time you ****ed the jelly?

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!! NO!

Then came two
Me and you
You and me
And we’re standing on our feet
Then came she
Then came he
They were we
Now we’re flyin’ on our wings
Into the night
We took our might
Black or white
With the power of our dreams, the power of our dreams

Gotta crack a few eggs to make an omelet
She takes her coffee with a cigarette
She misses people she hasn’t even met
She is me and you are listening to me sing
And you’ve got to want to **** me
And you’ve gotta want to tickle my peeney
And you’ve gotta want to rub my vagiiineeeey

Hey, after this who wants to go **** in a condom with me?
If you ****in’ do, say “Cha cha cha.”
AUDIENCE: “CHA CHA CHA”

The Last Night by Skillet is a pretty sad song, it doesn't make me cry though.

And A Different Kind of Pain by Cold, that song makes me sad.

I like The Moldy Peaches, and Mayday Parade a lot. not sure if I'd label either as my favorite, though. That's kind of a harsh title.

Let's Dance to Joy Division By The Wombats.