i like the light tapping of rain on my head-- raindrops typing out words and phrases on my brain as i stroll home. kicking through puddles on the sidewalk. looking up to feel the faint massage of droplets on my face... if i wasn't so concerned about ruining my cashmere/wool jacket and leather/suede shoes, i'd walk around in the rain all night.

this is what kurt cobain likes:

I like punk rock. I like girls with weird eyes. I like drugs. (But my Body and mind won�t allow me to take them). I like passion. I like playing my cards wrong. I like vinyl. I like to feel guilty for being a white, American male. I love to sleep. I like to taunt small, barking dogs in parked cars. I like to make people feel happy and superior in their reaction towards my appearance. I like to have strong opinions with nothing to back them up with besides my primal sincerity. I like sincerity. I lack sincerity ... I like to complain and do nothing to make things better. I like to blame my parents generation for coming so close to social change then giving up after a few successful efforts by the media & Government to deface the movement by using Mansons and other Hippie representatives as propaganda examples on how they were nothing but unpatriotic, communist, satanic, inhuman diseases. and in turn the baby boomers become the ultimate, conforming, Yuppie hypocrites a generation has ever produced.