A mate was introducing me to his boyfriend the other day and, as aside to his fella, says, "I'm a little bit scared of him because I never know where he'll steer the conversation." and suddenly my life seemed strangely complete. Naturally, I panicked, mentioned Bieber and the situation normalised along with the feeling of feeling slightly misplaced.
I just read that the U.S. has 15.7 million millionaires. The mind boggles at how there can still be poverty in their country. Obviously to the millionaires it makes sense... perhaps you can only feel rich while stepping over homeless people.
I think I need to do more community work, and by 'more' I mean 'actually do some'. It's not enough just to be good looking and let people look at me for free, I suddenly feel the need to actually give back. Guilt is a wonderful thing. It's easy to forget everything we experience is filtered through the brain. It freaks me out a little as my brain has a tendency to disagree with the other brains... so who decides on reality? Is it a general consensus? I only ask because the general consensus is that God exists, and I don't subscribe to that.
Next time someone tells you "Everything happens for a reason" remind them that the universe is a billion year old teenager, and as such couldn't give a fuck about what happens to other people. The universe is indifferent, gravity is indiscriminate and I am bored of stupid people's trite shit! Fuck this! I'm taking a nap!
This album is rather good. It's black fo' shizzle and walks the line between Aquilus' 'Gresius' which rather than being symphonic is closer to being classical, and Fen who are a listenable Deafheaven substitute. Deafheaven are a bit heavier than this, and this seems to reach for the post-black brush a bit too often, but it is a really great album. It is heavy, it does soar like a post black-bird should and the symphonic parts don't overwhelm like they could. The violins really stand out in 'Falling Cedars', but I couldn't really pick a best track because this album is a nugget and taking anything out of context would be detrimental. Give it a bash. So Hideous- Laurestine. Aaaand suddenly Weebly has a map function... wondered what would happen if I typed in 'louie bodies'. I've ended up in France in a place called Body neighboured by Bicot and Baronie, and we three all have capital Bs and little Os in our names. Body's coordinates are 45.051367 0.417679000000021. Sourzac, France. Wikipedia says "Sourzac is a commune in the Dordogne department in Aquitaine in southwestern France." That doesn't mean anything to me... Here it is another way...
Someone else... The next non blurry person. If television has taught me anything, it's not to trust blurry people.
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