damn right

çayayjisui

im going home and im going to buy razors
im going to the post office but not to the coiffeur, yet.

yeah

not even I think i'm funny anymore, but i do think i have amazing taste in mid-20th century propaganda

dieu est un gode

éè scheisse thursdays are kinda unnecessary

° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° °

as the flames rose
to her roman nose
and her walkman started - to - melt

de votr'avis qu'avons-nous vu..de l'amour
vous au moins vous m'avez eu..mon amour

and finally

S’io credesse che mia risposta fosse
A persona che mai tornasse al mondo,
Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse.
Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo
Non torno vivo alcun, s’i’odo il vero,
Senza tema d’infamia ti rispondo.

are these juxtapositions instructive? answers on a post card

in somma

worried man with a worried mind
no-one in front of me and nothing behind
there's a woman to my left and she's drinking champagne

this place aint doing me any good
im in the wrong town - i should be in hollywood


yeah so im trying to think about dylan and someone behing me is playing pink and now 'baby you gots to dance with me'
no i fucking dont.

isn't immigration the one issue on which blair shouldn't sell his soul to win some middle-englanders? i feel sick listening to howard and blair boasting about who is toughest on asylum seekers. the today programme, andrew rawnsley (whatever) and even My Man Marr seem to think that the public is always right..about being allowed to kill people in your own home and about how the country is being 'flooded' with 'freeloading' immigrants.