I'm listening to: Lucie Silvas - Breathe In

"Please get out. I'm sorry, I'm sick of your face, even more than the stupid things we do and talk about all the time." 






Say hi to Frank Bunny. The Manipulated Dead are space-time-travelers we want never to meet. They don't even make logical sense; the possibility of their existence is scary enough on its own account. Frank Bunny (not Frank) symbolizes the engendering of a fusion between fragmented universes and the anomalous, almost paradoxical nature of such an event, yet his Purpose for being is never veritably unmasked. He's also real even if he isn't. We don't know exactly what he is, but he is creepy - for more reasons than we'd care to uncover.



Don't analyse, don't analyse
Don't go that way
Don't lead that way
That would paralyse your evolution.

I'm listening to: The Temper Trap - Sweet Disposition

Is it the archetype? 

Or the distinct manifestation?



It huddles in the littlest corners and thinks nobody knows, just because it doesn't look anyone else in the eye. But it turns up all over the place anyway, taking on the strangest forms. How do you stop staring? 






So stay there
Because I'll be coming over

And while our blood's still young
It's so young; it runs

And we won't stop until it's over
Won't stop to surrender

I'm listening to: The Format - The First Single (You Know Me)

What's the point in going 'round when it's a straight line, baby, a straight, straight line?





IT'S BEEN SIX YEARS SINCE I LAST HEARD THIS AND I'M IN LOVE ALL OVER AGAIN!

It's the kind of genius indie music births once in awhile (quite a long while ago to be exact); the infectious beat and melody against old-school emo lyrics are a killer combination, and the form/structure of the song is perfect (like having a double-scoop ice cream cone with toppings, not a measly naked single scoop or a nausea-inducing swimming pool of a giant mutant sundae). The energy sends your head spinning before it winds down to a lovely end - and your head's still spinning and you can't stop listening to it over and over again for the same sugar rush. This is really good stuff worth the rediscovery, no thanks to those apocalyptic software crashes. 

I'm listening to: The Rescues - My Heart With You

Deathcab's 'I Will Follow You Into the Dark' has been so overplayed it's hard sometimes to remember ever liking it much, but I happened to chance upon it again today and the song took on an unexpected new meaning. 

But I'll be close behind
I'll follow you into the dark

Just our hands clasped so tight
Waiting for the hint of a spark

These bits especially. Oddly enough, it brought to mind a dream/nightmare from a few days back. It was about zombies and literally playing to survive. There, I've said it. It's really kinda stupid and I'm not going into specifics, but associating the dream with the song made something strikingly clear and suddenly everything fell into place. The associations are scarily apparent - in a big way. It's a semi-repressed thought half-deliberately (it seems) come to light, and although I still don't know exactly what I want, I sure as hell know what I don't want. That said, it's not uncomplicated, either. But this acute clarity, albeit on a very, very small scale, is enough to put my mind at ease, even when it doesn't do squat for suggesting any further/future course of action. It's nice to know what you didn't know you knew, never mind how troublesome that could become. Almost. 

Waited a hundred years to see your face,
And I would wait a hundred more
If only to be near you,
To have you and to hear you.

Isn't that what time is for?

Should our fire turn to dark,
Take my heart with you.

I'm listening to: Simon and Garfunkel - Bookends

"What always happens - life." - Summer Finn, (500) Days of Summer

It's hard to properly relish the present without feeling some bittersweet tinge to it, knowing times both good and bad will eventually pass us by. The traces they leave behind aren't always pleasant either, but all the same we cling to these for dear life, and we hate with a vengeance what we can't let go of. What lies ahead is never as bloody scary (think Frank Bunny) as the prospect, because we have no choice but to constantly approach the future at some mysterious speed beyond our comprehension, much less control. That said, we haven't got a choice, and that's all we need to keep going. The past needs to be buried before it turns putrid. I can't do anything about what happened, but I can help you do that - if you'll let me. 

Standing on the edge of morning, 

Scent of sex and New Found Glory 

Playing as she's pulling back her hair. 

(Evening twilight on Hipstamatic: John Smith lens and Pistil film)

I'm listening to: Regina Spektor - Us

Rummaging for answers in the pages

We're living in a den of thieves

And it's contagious

And it's contag - uh - uh - us.

God, it's so fucking depressing. 

I'm listening to: Black Lips - Bad Kids

It might be interesting to note that Ralph Wiggum wrote and submitted a paper on the Block Universe Conception of Time for a metaphysics class, just yesterday.

I'm listening to: Carla Bruni - Quelqu'un M'a Dit

I love these toy camera photos.  

On me dit que nos vies ne valent pas grand chose
Elles passent en un instant comme fanent les roses
On me dit que le temps qui glisse est un salaud
Que de nos chagrins il s'en fait des manteaux
Pourtant quelqu'un m'a dit




Que tu m'aimais encore

C'est quelqu'un qui m'a dit que tu m'aimais encore
Serais ce possible alors?

On me dit que le destin se moque bien de nous
Qu'il ne nous donne rien et qu'il nous promet tout
Parais qu'le bonheur est à portée de main,
Alors on tend la main et on se retrouve fou
Pourtant quelqu'un m'a dit

Que tu m'aimais encore

C'est quelqu'un qui m'a dit que tu m'aimais encore
Serais ce possible alors?

 

Mais qui est ce qui m'a dit que toujours tu m'aimais?
Je ne me souviens plus c'était tard dans la nuit,
J'entend encore la voix, mais je ne vois plus les traits
"Il vous aime, c'est secret, lui dites pas que j'vous l'ai dit"
Tu vois quelqu'un m'a dit

Que tu m'aimais encore, me l'a t'on vraiment dit
Que tu m'aimais encore, serais ce possible alors?