Occasionally all I want to do with my life is listen to poetry over and over again until I can recite it by heart. For instance:

We, the youthful sinewy races; all the rest on us depend.


(I didn't buy any Levi's jeans but I did memorize the first five stanzas of this poem, ready to be busted out at a moment's notice.)

Or this celebration of sibilance: "...silkscreen the Sistine ceiling on my soft palate"



Or even this love story told in emoticons:

(The ambiguous ending is meant to be followed directly by this song.)

And sometimes I just want to listen to "Hay un amigo en mi" on endless repeat: