And all you can hear is the sound of your own heart
And all you can feel is your lungs flood and the blood course
I never paid enough attention to hipster music last year. I really dug kitsch-pop back then, especially before the year ended. Tonight, just maybe, the sound of new beginnings foretell a different life of their own. As much as I am willing to digest some new music (thinking of downloading Fever Ray, Dirty Projectors, The Pains of Being a Pure Heart and probably everything that’s in Hypem’s Master List), my mind is too riddled with deadlines. But I should looking for words, directions.
Anyway, I found this picture and thought about the trippy things that I could stumble upon. This year wont be a slow life, I hope.
Sorry for the random rambling. That Penguin Book play up really did me well. I should get back to writing this damn demon.
A good place to look to the future is when you are sat at the sea, with the salt up to your ankles and a view of the end of the pier, you may look down at your model’s feet and wish that you’d just float away, and the weather here is overcast and the sea is the same shade of grey, so the landscape before you looks just like the edge of the world, but to the left side and the right side, either way is a crazy golf course.
The sea is a good place to think of the future.
pahiram!
I dun think its an actual book. Or is it?
