Can't wait for Primavera Sound.. my 8th! Flaming Lips!

let me just say... beyond just a few gorgeous girls I know purely as mates about the neighborhood, getting into plenty of trouble i should add..... I'll walk to the shop or the pub or the station or down the street and very very rarely find any woman as sexy as the lasses that might have the guts and moxy to be a suicide girl. hats off to you all. To be honest, I'm fairly tired of Manc and Leeds.. all posture... no substance... they should all take a bit of a lesson.

aye.. fully pissed... no one should post a blog whilst ratted.

i am, at the mo.. debugging a new system in the middle of the night [morning] that makes it possible for all of us to use a bit of satellite bandwidth for our tellies and internet video. i'm on adderal and carling.. not very posh, eh. well i'm not posh!!

i am listening to Stars, and this song struck me. the feel of the song makes these words seem much more than they are .. as it happens:

Your quiet eyes, your mouth that never tells lies
You've got one hour, its time you told your story
Eighteen alone, in love with the answer phone

And too afraid, you're too afraid to fall for anything
And too afraid, much too afraid to sing

I won't pretend, that I can see the end, but
Its far away, its in the distance
We'll find a place, there isn't room for two of us

The minutes drag, then there's a world between us

And I'm too afraid, much too
afraid to fall for anything
And I'm too afraid, much too afraid to sing, to sing

We all come to an end
And we all end together
We all come to an end
And we all end together
We all come to an end, yea,
And we all end together
We all come to an end
And we all end together

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I say we be beautiful to each other and sing out our individual voices in the darkness.