love em. Read "Said The Shotgun To The Head" and "The Dead Emcee Scrolls" by Saul Williams.
Fabulous poetry

I love all music, provided it's music. ; I hate prepackedged bullshit that's really a commercial disguised as music. ; That said, there is no genre of actual music that I don't appreciate. ; Some of my favorites, in no particular order, are:NIN, Tool, Tori Amos, Fiona Apple, Nirvana, The Foo Fighters, Tricky, Massive Attack, Niyaz, Azam Ali, MIA, Failure, A Perfect Circle, The Cure, Jacob Fred Jazz Odyssey, The Ills, The Brian Johnstown Massacre, Saul Williams, Sage Francis, PJ Harvey, Marilyn Manson, Skinny Puppy, Bright Eyes, Radiohead, Portishead, Silversun Pickups, Smashing Pumpkins, Bob Dylan, John Prine, The Velvet Underground, Johnny Cash, Scott Walker, Leonard Cohen, Neil Young, David Crosby, Leadbelly, Jane's Addiction, Coil...

The Fountain, Earthlings, Little Miss Sunshine... I don't feel like doing this one right now

Dreaming, hiking, skating, rock-climbing, scuba-diving, carpet-munching, writing, reading, both making and listening to music, acting, singing, flying, floating, peace, Love...

through meditation I program my heart
to beat breakbeats and hum basslines on exhalation
BA BOOM BOOM OM
I burn seven day candles that melt
into twelve inch circles on my mantle
and spin funk like myrrh
BA BOOM BOOM OM
and I can fade worlds in and out with my mixing patterns
letting the Earth spin as I blend in Saturn
NGHs be like spinning windmills, braiding hair
locking, popping, as the sonic force
of the soul keeps the planets rocking
the beat don't stop when the soul-less matter blows
into the cosmos, trying to be stars
the beat don't stop when, Earth sends out satellites
to spy on Saturnites and control Mars
cause NGHs got a peace treaty with Martians
and we be keepin em up to date with sacred gibberish
like "sho' nuff" and "it's on"
the beat goes on, the beat goes on, the beat goes OM. BA BOOM BOOM OM

and I roam through the streets of downtown Venus
trying to auction off monuments of Osiris' severed penis
but they don't want no penis in Venus
for androgynous cosmology sets their spirits free
and they neither men nor women be
but they be down with a billion NGHs who have yet to see
that interplanetary truth is androgynous
and they be sending us shoutouts through shooting stars
and NGHs be like, "Whattup?" and talking Mars
cause we are so-lar and regardless of how far we roam from home
the universe remains our center, like OM
BA BOOM BOOM OM

I am no Earthling, I drink moonshine on Mars
and mistake meteors for stars cause I can't hold my liquor
but I can hold my breath and ascend like wind to the black hole
and play galaxaphones on the fire escapes of your soul
blowing tunes through lunar wombs, impregnating stars
giving birth to suns, that darken the skins that skin our drums
and we be beating infinity over sacred hums
spinning funk like myrrh until Jesus comes
and Jesus comes everytime we drum
and the moon drips blood and eclipses the sun
and out of darkness comes the BA BOOM BOOM
and out of darkness comes the BA BOOM BOOM
and out of darkness comes the BA BOOM BOOM OM
-Saul Williams