Monday, December 21, 2009

mirror mirror on the wall who is pale and sad and tall ?

recent thoughts :


metal nose hook
frostnibble
tidal waves at my doorstep
black & white
freezing vs. burning
change
routine
stability
music
distortion
sigmund freud
childhood
inner monologues when showering
animal collective
lying; considerate vs. conceited
fame vs. fortune
cold wind
51
psychological fist-fight
alcohol as an excuse for [insert ANYTHING here ]
antonyms
jack white
pointing at someone while you laugh is funny
fringe
fashion blogs
bleaching my hair
if there was a fire in the barn...
thom yorke speaks to my soul
i wish i could go back a few years
drum smells like bacon (my hair smells like drum/bacon)
a cracked glass bottle ; very obvious imperfection
iso 800




i'm having trouble writing anything of substance tonight.
maybe it's my surroundings. 
i need a change of scenery.




i know this song is centuries old, but it's beautiful and i'm listening to it.




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