DEUTSCHLAND!
In a few weeks, I shall be going to Germany. This list is for myself to remember what I should bring, because I will most definitely forget.
(Even though I’m not backpacking, it’s still useful.)
Tingalicious!
THE TING TINGS
They WILL get into your head, and they WILL make you shake your ass.
(Or, lack of ass, depending on who’s doing the shaking)
THEY SOUND LIKE:
Peaches/Arctic Monkeys/Bloc Party/Architecture in Helsinki/Tegan and Sara/Le Tigre
Freaky Electro-Pop.
Yesssss.
You can really hear the Le Tigre in “That’s Not My Name”.
How daft-punky
Eh, guilty pleasure?
You’ve got to admit, the video is pretty intense. I almost love it.
The video, not the song. The song is way too repetitive.
Their band name is awesome as well.
“Midnight Juggernauts”
I like, I like.
They could do so much with their sound.
Maybe I’m just biased because of the keyboard.
Big tits are tits of the past.
This is true. No more needs to be said.
Coco Rocha
I still prefer Agyness Deyn to you.
You are grossly ethereal to me, sorry. I guess I’m just not that boho.
Agyness has got it.
Simple, but loud.
Photo
Can one truly control themselves?
It seems that each time I attempt to, I make uncomfortable situations moreso.
I need to know that it is possible to escape, somehow
Eat ‘em all up.
I don’t know what’s right, or what’s wrong.
At this moment, there is no difference between the two.
I can’t help but wonder what I want.
Or, what I need, rather.
What does anyone really need?
I feel as if I’ve dabbled too long in my attempts with an organized body of people I have nothing in common with, and never will.
I need to de-materialize.
I just wish I had enough balls to do it.
Here I am, in my new sweater from american apparel. It hasn’t been washed yet, and I am most likely absorbing its chemicals through my pores. This will help attribute to my eventual early death.
It’s inevitable.
Agnostic
I have no sense of time.
I have no sense of space.
The world is plasmatic; just beyond my fingertips.
I observe from a distance the spinning of it on its axis;
my eyes jump from here to there, never truly fixated on
anything, just barely masking the incessant turning of my stomach.
Everyone else here is free to mold their Earth; but I am trapped
within myself, unable to experience life in the moment.
I am immersed in the air carried on the cries of thousands.
Thousands who are created, will create, will live, and will die.
Thousands of sheep.
Their world is encased in light; shrouded in gold.
Masked.
Is living unmasked worth the distemperment of reality?
I should like to think yes.
Quotes I do not want to forget.
These are from last night.
Jett: “Hello, my name is Chris Perr, I crisp things in the refrigerator.”
Guy: “I put my penis in the refrigerator.”
Johnny Kickass: “I hate my son, he’s a dick.”
Me: “Who’s your son?”
Johnny Kickass: “I don’t have a son.”
LR: “When I say ‘K’ you say ‘SLICE’ “
L: “We would do weddings, but we don’t know how to play freebird.”
Jess: “She was my first child. You are my adopted child.”
PC: “I will remember Johnny Kickass for the rest of my life.”
LP: “PUT YOUR VAGINA AWAY AND LET’S GO.”
Sam: “This thing is so small I have to use two hands to grab it.”
Guy: “I have that same problem.”
Johnny Kickass to Tommy: “YOU LOOK GOOOD.”
Jett: “Yodellay-yodellay-yodellay HEE HAW.”
Cathy: “He kept offering to rub lotion on my tits. With his mouth.”
Tommy: “This is my serious face!”
I love all of these guys. Last night was ridiculous.
