Monday, April 05, 2010

Tall and weird ones get to me.

Do I call this avoidance? Maybe it is for the best.
The tall and weird ones continue to get to me.

While you're after her heart,
I suffer from a lack of emotions,
that even an overdose of good music (hard to define) can hardly cure.
You are the best.


The playlist spins,









and strangely,

(just two songs from them, if not I'll be headbanging and causing quit a stir.)


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AlaindeBotton's tweet: We have become such experts at being always in touch, informed, connected. Now must relearn how to be silent, disconnected, alone.