Fairly tired this beautiful day after a relatively energetic weekend, I can't really muster up the strenght to spit for so long on this ins and outs of my life and times, also, seeing as NOBODY FUCKING READS MY BLOG ANYWAY doing so would be about as useful as pavarotti singing into a vaccum...ie...completely pointless.
These things, however, are definitely worth a memo.
Here is a link to 'Oh Centra!' by some band called Javelin. Whats not to love about an 8-bit synth song, sung on helium, with sultry lyrics like 'you play me like suduko//do you wanna go to the park and feed the kangaroo'...
wish someone would ask me that. pffffft.
When something makes you stop in your tracks and fall into a beauty-overload induced daze for five or more minutes you for sure know that Peter Pilotto s/s '10 is on to a winner... you can't see from the pictures but the silk print on the dress is made out of lots of teensy weens pictures of firework explosions.
all donations welcome...
Now we've made pleasantries, please stop whatever the fuck you're doing and watch Mesrine and then get a snack and watch MESRINE 2. Thankyou James for introducing me to Mr. Jaques. Oui, Oui, Maman.
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