You observe, you perceive quickly. You tangle and twist your wit. Just a bit. But always in a sparing manner. And only for the sake of it - the quickened emotional offensive. A passionate defense.
"Fuck it. Just do it."
You're holding steadfast to your dreams. You enforce it, muttering quietly to yourself as you soak your mind in a million tiny inkblots, bent forward so you can read only the words.
12/14/09
Flying Coyote
10/22/09
Running Up That Hill
This the Chromatics take on the classic "Running Up That Hill"
And here's a song that may or may not have sampled it.
Yummy.
9/22/09
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