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Archive for March, 2009
Yo Vanilla, Kick It One Time, Boi!
March 21, 2009Dance, go rush to the speakers that boom
I’m killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom
Deadly, when I play a dope melody
Anything less than the best is a felony
This day I will evermore rue, when parallels I drew, from the lyrics of Ice Ice Baby.
(Must have read too much of Tolkien’s The Simillarion. It’s real good stuff btw.)
I’m committing multiple felonies on a daily basis, minus weekends, and that’s not good. So damn full of inertia and the idea of just sucking it up and plodding on (especially on a weekend) is just revolting. Velli gross one leh. I just really want to embrace weekends as how they should be embraced.
Feathers and Down.
March 9, 2009That’s one of my favourite Cardigan songs.
Anyways. So the other day I tried using a down pillow for the first time. I don’t know why my mum bought it for me really, considering I hardly use pillows. Nonetheless I was quite excited at the thought of this amazing pillow having the power to transform my nonchalance towards their kind in general.
The pillow was, in a way, really amazing. When I closed my eyes and lay me down to sleep – I was utterly surprised. Eyes closed, with my sense of smell enhanced, I was 99.9% sure that I was sent though the cosmos to a darkened farmyard barn, nestled cheek to cheek with ducks and chickens and the like. I almost expected to hear a quack or two, chiding me for my inconsiderate tossing and turning. The smell, oh the smell.
After all of five seconds, I opened my eyes and banished that pillow far, far away. Oh I’ve given it another try, I did. Last night, after three seconds, my resolve was stronger than ever. The blasted farmyard pillow is now being de-smelled somewhere around. I like farms and barnyard stuff in general, thanks to my fervent Enid Blyton reading; just – when I have to smell the friendly feathery snugness of duck and chicken goodness being rubbed into my face – for hours and hours – aaahhh!! Thanks.
(Disclaimer: I know that not all down pillows have this special farmyard teleportation effect. My dad’s down pillow is as lovely as can be. Only my pillow turns out weirdly freakish.)
At least I know my pillow is made of quality stuffing.
The Rivers that Run Beneath this City.
March 1, 2009
A Marching Penguin, hoy! Left right Left right y’all!
