D.L. Holmes

I'm just a guy who listens to the Smashing Pumpkins when he wants to be in love with things beyond the world. Who pretends he's holding a guitar whenever he hears Jimmy Eat World. Who breaks close to tears when he hears the sirenic voice of Shirley Manson. Who can down a six pack with a smile on his face, and a swagger in his step to Tori Amos. Who thinks he can touch an angel while playing Radiohead, or make love to one while listening to Depeche Mode, or the Deftones. Who thinks Jimmy was sent here by the powers that be to show us the limitless potential within the human form. Who thinks that listening to the Shins really will change your life, and that Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind is a movie best watched breathless. Who thinks Davey Havok's words are poetry, and that Poppy Z. Brite is a genius whose description is beyond words. Who thinks Chinese, and Italian are always better as left overs. Who thinks Anne Rice is an untouchable force of nature that stole my virginity like demon in the night. Who thinks pepperoni, mushrooms, extra cheese, chicken, and jalapenos are the only real pizza toppings worth mentioning. Who thinks cherries are the very essence of divine pleasure. Who thinks it's better for both of you if one of you is choking a little during the climax. Who thinks fishnets are never going to go out of fashion. Who thinks the sky should forever remain grey, with violet sunrises, and black hued clouds with a lime green sun. Who knows the truth is Sunny D and vanilla vodka. Who knows a good friend is always occassionally willing to cover the check. Who sees things in the dark, in the shadows, and in peoples eyes. Who falls in love completely, easily, and forever. Who found a road to happiness, and likes his hot chocolate with cinnamon, and nutmeg. Who takes his coffee black, with lots of sugar, and thinks nothing can get you down so long as you have a good soundtrack ready, some fun fat kid food, and a Tartan Asia Extreme film in the PS2.