This song hurts my brain.

Snoop Dogg and David Guetta...!

It...
I...

can't even think of an analogy... to represent the weirdness of this... It'd be like Barry Manilow singing a song with ... with... Icon of Coil.

*dies*

(PS... okay, this is why I really love remixes.)

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Very tired. Oh, the robins are beginning to sing in the evening.
Heralds of spring.
I am writing lots and trying to be happy (sometimes it is spontaneous).
So, have another love of the day...


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Love of the day: BLUE OCTOBER ( Read more... )

A grey-blue cloud hung over this house in a West Virginia valley. Whispering subtle dangers, frustrations - and weak-weak-weakness.

Very strange day, it says. Very strange. Like Buttercup and Humperdinck's wedding. 'Very strange wedding.' But she kissed me.

The Master Requiem. Remember? Neither really about masters nor requiems, but about The ( Read more... )

It occurs to me that I haven't written a 'real' (as in non-writing-related) entry in a few days. That'd be because I've been eating, sleeping, crapping writing lately. Don't get me wrong, the ficlet marathon is a good idea. It's just knocking out a few other things in my life. I completley forgot that I was supposed to talk to Ess online later. Now ( Read more... )