CatchingSomeZs

Finely tuning my algorithm so it continues to blast contemporary folk at me like those baseball machines you see in videos of guys getting absolutely beamed in the nards on LiveLeak because they start vomiting blood or whatever.

Spent the whole album wondering how the hell Lana Del Rey became one of my conservative-leaning, boutique business-owning, proud veteran step-dad's favorite artists, but fuck it, that's her superpower. Bridging the ideology gap with requiems for womanhood that are also great to wallow in while you drive home from an hours long commute thinking, "What the hell have I done with my life?" Anyway, time to reboot my personality matrix now. Thanks, Lana!

EDIT: Okay, I get it now.

I don't strike myself as a particularly sad person, but I think my taste in music suggests a reason most of my relationships fall apart. Ha-ha! (I am a massive pile of shit.)

You ever wander around for a while, not really having a destination in mind, just going through the motions of left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot until you catch a scent or sound that transports you back years or even decades? In that moment, the world around you disappears, history collapses, giving way to a profound nostalgia so powerful it floods the rest of your senses... but just for that moment. Then it's back to reality. But it sticks with you. Shag carpets in your ... read more