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so. this is pretty much the best-written verse in music (ever):
"and every gimmik hungry yop digging gold from rock'n'roll
grabs the mic to tell us he'll die before he's sold.
but i believe in this--and it's been tested by research--
that he who fucks nuns will later join the church."
seriously. closely followed by,
"from every dingy basement on every dingy street
I hear every dragging handclap over every dragging beat"
not a coincidence that they're from the same song... I have so much love for the Clash.
in other news: I've bought myself a lovely camera with lots of lovely extra money from the phsychotic amount of time I worked over the summer. My future life will be properly documented, from now on.
I've been packing to return to school all day, today,a nd my rooms still seems like a mess. (I think I am going to leave it mainly like that, and my mom,hopefully being so depressed about me leaving again, harhar, will feel compelled to do me the favor of cleaning it for me...) Right.
Okay, back to cleaning/dancing all by myself.
"and every gimmik hungry yop digging gold from rock'n'roll
grabs the mic to tell us he'll die before he's sold.
but i believe in this--and it's been tested by research--
that he who fucks nuns will later join the church."
seriously. closely followed by,
"from every dingy basement on every dingy street
I hear every dragging handclap over every dragging beat"
not a coincidence that they're from the same song... I have so much love for the Clash.
in other news: I've bought myself a lovely camera with lots of lovely extra money from the phsychotic amount of time I worked over the summer. My future life will be properly documented, from now on.
I've been packing to return to school all day, today,a nd my rooms still seems like a mess. (I think I am going to leave it mainly like that, and my mom,hopefully being so depressed about me leaving again, harhar, will feel compelled to do me the favor of cleaning it for me...) Right.
Okay, back to cleaning/dancing all by myself.