You know how it is: you’re standing in a corner, eating your beans, cold, straight from the tin, alone in the garage you call home… It doesn’t get much better than this.
You know how it is: you’re standing in a corner, eating your beans, cold, straight from the tin, alone in the garage you call home… It doesn’t get much better than this.
If U2 had imagination. If their ironic rock posturing wasn’t just hollow, meaningless gestures, they would be a band from Leeds called The Sisters of Mercy. And you wouldn’t like U2 anymore.
“On one level, the Sisters have always been a conscious, straight-faced parody of a rock band, but no-one, least of all the band themselves, has ever seemed to know exactly where the joke begins and ends.” http://thequietus.com/articles/07281-sisters-of-mercy-interview
Bad dreams?
Siphoning off “just a little bit of energy from hell” in order to power a new club night with smoke, heat, Cthulic psychedelia and demons: well you’ve only got yourselves to blame there haven’t you? We had fun playing though.
The DJ played quite a lot of Kraftwerk which was an odd choice. But…
There must be some kinda way out of here. Why are the exits not clearly marked?
When I’m stressed I sort of play with my ear. Specifically my right ear. I’ve been doing this for years now. Recently I’ve noticed that my right ear is a bit fuzzy - hairy. You wouldn’t notice unless you looked up really lose. But it feels softer, downier, because of the hair I’ve seemingly encouraged to grow as a result of the constant nervous tweaking.
Ah, Mr. Bond. With your face like a beaten up Alfred E. Neuman, and your Carry On films sense of humour, flirting with the girl on reception regardless of the fact that you are old enough to be her Grandad. Beating up people in public toilets. Mr. Bond.
That scene in the Bond movie where he has a stroke in the gents cause the bad guy with the plastic face secretly spat in his Martini.
Humorism, or humoralism, is a now discredited theory of the makeup and workings of the human body, adopted by Greek and Roman physicians and philosophers, positing that an excess or deficiency of any of four distinct bodily fluids in a person directly influences their temperament and health.
“I like the fact that I don’t quite get what it is they are doing. But I wonder if they’re recruiting?” c/o Mekanoset Skeletons. A subtle mix of surreal, paranormal and fun.
It’s just me here. The way everything echos reminds me of this. Sounds are rounded off, hollow. So I’ll be here all night. Waiting for a sign of life, despite the fact that nothing new has ever been allowed to happen in a very long time.
