Saturday, November 26, 2011



Im so scared. Im so scared of strange faces. Deep voices. Dark clothing.
Cold studios. Loveless songs full of industrial soundscapes, confessing to
just that...Love!!!

Why have we as one half of the world sought inspiration from such cold
cold confessions? And why do we question those who get up in the morning,
pop RAGE on and delight in it's airbrushed existence?

Im with my cousins on this one.
Girls pinned up against walls confessing their confessions.
Men with aftershave pleading their case to the girls pinned up
against the wall.

No more of this please. It hurts my feelings.

I see dark clubs, unusual people, licorice, cement floors, and no mummy's anywhere....

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