Waiting for the light to change...

... from red. To black. In the. In the.

Been listen to RATM, of all things... Maria. Those who know Tumi's Maria... wouldn't u love to see him cover the other?




Later.

Soon.

I promise. On Speakerbox. For Annel. As soon as I get my archive fixed. All the way from 2004... or was it 2005?

Later.

Here's looking at you.

Around this time, last year:

And the year before:


And the year before that:


Later... which, I guess would be now, next year.

Monday Morning You Look So Fine: Corpses In Their Mouths.

Almost Oppi. In the mood. Houding. Hou ding. Hou.

"Slip your neck into a rope, show me a smile,
You’d run a mile.
Then you are free, so where’s the goal?
Where’s the style? You want the dough.
Got dead sea scrolls for you...
And your women too." - Ian Brown, Corpses In Their Mouths.

Bring it.

Later.

Films about horses.

"I believe there is a force in this world that lives beneath the surface. Something primitive and wild. That awakens when you need an extra push just to survive. Like wild flowers that bloom after a fire that turns the forest black. Most people are afraid of it and keep it burried deep inside themselves. But there will always be a few people who have the courage to love what is untamed inside of us. One those men... is my father." - Katherine "Katie" McLoughlin

Later.

Monday Morning You Look So Fine: Gas Panic!

Long day, stuck at the airport. Headphones. Thoughts of simple photos, and awesome apps. Idiots.

But more on that later.

"That my family don't seem so familiar,
And my enemies all know my name.
And if you hear me tap on your window
Better get on yer knees and pray...
Panic is on the way..." - Oasis, Gas Panic!

Later.

So tired.

Like, really. Someone people have been asking, so just to let you know: reorganising... running... horrified by the possibility of "sleep-debt"... not dead.

Later.