Shobee, doo doo doobie
(Source: thingsilearnedfromsatc)
“Even birds don’t fly this high
When you’re living the good life
Shimmy to the left and
shimmy to the right
We know how to move all night
and feel alright
When we’re dancing at such great heights
.
.
We’ll watch as the sky fades from black to gold
And we’ll laugh because we’ve never been told
That this is the good life
Hold on tight
Because
While the future may be bright
All that matters now is you, you, me, us, tonight”
“The air is thick, full of clouds from pipes, cigars, cigarettes, the whole huge hall is enveloped in fog. The smoke, when it finds it is getting too smoky, tries to escape upwards because of its light weight, and, as a matter of fact, finds slits, holes, and ventilators ready to push it along. But outside, outside it is dark night and cold. Then the smoke repents of its levity, resists its constitution, but it can’t find the way back, for the ventilators all turn to one side. Too late. It finds itself surrounded by physical laws. The smoke doesn’t know what’s happened, It grasps its brow, and has no brow, it wants to ponder — but in vain. The wind, the cold, the night have seized it; ‘twas never seen again.”
— Alfred Döblin, Berlin Alexanderplatz
But really I’d prefer some Adderall. Don’t people in Europe have ADD and a desire to make a little extra cash? Because I have 6000 (yes, 6000!!!!) words to write.
Who here is aware that the singular of graffiti is ‘graffito’ - which I urge you to use in public, it freaks people out.
What to do when the weather is grey, your hippie lover has just returned to his small Danish island, and the only productive activity available is reading about clubbing, which leads you to immensely desire an unavailable dance….?
Answer: Felicity and a doobie take me away
Gahhhh…all I want to do is go home and listen to Scuba in bed, but no I have no internet, no computer. The only albums I can listen to I have heard many many times. I want to listen to somethign new. New new new. Music music music. this makes no sense. Tschüss.
“Its not the high that is making you dance but the dance that is making you high.”
Dear Berghain,
Remember how much I loved you the other week. Now I’m really fucking angry with you. Please let me in.
edit: I woke up at 8pm today. clearly made it. What a fucking day. I blame Fuckin’ February. and doesn’t February look so wrong when its spelled? Did I?
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So I’m starting a music blog. Its called My, Uh Music, clever huh? I’ll hope you’ll read and let me know what you think
