This weekend, I spent a grand total of 119.10 euros. ($161.65). The final result:
Good value?
What is this lush beforested metallic landscape that Opeth paints vast and rich before my very ears, delighting with nearly every sample?
I saw a poster this morning for “National Pet Of The Year” elections.
Dear aliens,
Please destroy this planet.
Quickly.
I’ve come to think that an extraordinary ability to be distracted by one’s own rich set of thoughts and imaginings while waiting for something, is not immediately equivalent to patience, but rather, to wasting one’s time.
Perhaps.
Dndlng Thief II.
Isn’t it funny that I’m downloading a game where one must exert influence on the world to one’s own benefit while remaining in the shadows and attracting as little attention as possible?
HYPER-IRONY GO!
It is the dawn of 777 good years for mankind; I’m absolutely sure of it.
Drinks are on me!
An insight escapes me like a breath of 10% ABV, but I’m sure the next sip will bring it back. Relieved to be hated without insult. Upright and straight, I tire myself of the world over tea.
Wist je dat ik soms zo moe wordt van gaan en doen dat ik mezelf heel erg oud voel?
Ik moet zeker honderden en duizenden jaren oud worden, want anders klopt het gewoon niet. Als ik in totaal slechts een jaar of 80, misschien 90, zou hebben, dan moet dat wel volkomen nonsens zijn en zou ik er niet meer aan willen meewerken.
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Did you know that sometimes all the make & do leaves me feeling very, very old?
Surely I must go on living at least hundreds and thousands of years, otherwise it’s just not right. If all I had was a mere 80 to 90 years, that would be complete nonsense and I’d refuse to go along with it.
Gotta shout so much to be heard.
Makes my “throat” hurt and tired.
Why, can someone please explain to me, are snippets of lyric that somehow hit the the spot always tauntingly part of medium-quality songs? Why do they never dwell in, to your own ear, the best and greatest musical achievements?
I mean, I like The Postal Service, and but I’m not particularly thrilled by the song Clark Gable — although it’s not bad and certainly enjoyable — and yet there is the one bit of text:
I want so badly to believe
That there is truth
That love is rea-eal
That’s something that matches my mind, see.
Srsly. Sup wit dat.
How about a little nothing.
A little nothing would be good, thx.
Change sheets; buy a new fountain pen (Parker really sucks).
You cannot abandon the waves, but you can learn to surf them with interest.
I’m going to need some new applicable music, because what I have doesn’t match my situation because the songs are all about the heart.
I’ve found the two words and their relationship, and clear as today it is that it is the difference between enchantment and trust.
