This is the result of a rubbish mood.

I was bored, and a little blue, so decided to do this, because I couldn't be bothered re-recording Love and Some Verses (which I will do... Eventually...). As per usual though I muffed this one up and couldn't be bothered to re-record it again. I will do it though, I promise. I hope I didn't ruin a beautiful song for you guys.

I've been feeling productive today.

I mess up quite a few times, but I couldn't be bothered to re-do it.

I'm pretty unimpressed with this though, I think I'll just re-do it tomorrow.

I'm fully aware of how retarded I look throughout the video as well.

Just... Try not to laugh I s'pose :). Or do, if it makes you feel better.

:(

I wish I could sing like this :(

I can already play guitar like that though, so I guess that's a start...

BLAH

"I don't know Johnny Rotton but I'm sure that he puts as much blood and sweat into what he does as Sigmund Freud did. You see, what sounds to you like a load of trashy old noise, is in fact the brilliant music of a genius. And that music is so powerful that it's quite beyond my control and when I am in the grips of it I don't feel pleasure and I don't feel pain. Do you understand what I'm talking about? Have you ever felt like that when you just, when you just can't feel anything, and you don't want to either."

Feeling a little blue lately, I hate expressing it though, sometimes there isn't much else to do though. I apologise if I come off as naive, or self-centred, it surely wasn't my intention. I guess I'm just a little confused about a few things. There isn't much of a point to this post, other than to highlight the beautiful words of Iggy Pop which can be seen above. I found that quotation in wonderful song by Mogwai entitled Punk Rock, which I have also provided for you below. The song is the first track off of the band's most acclaimed album, Come On Die Young, it is not only my favourite Mogwai album but in my opinion one of the best albums around in general, I highly recommend it.

Anyway, this post is becoming increasingly more pointless. So I'll bid you adieu. That is all, have a nice day.

Stupid.

Face wrapped in velvet, drenched in milk.

Small talk followed by intense admiration, I was always a fan of intimacy.

Awkward little steps, a pace seething with insecurity, and the facial expressions to match.

A gesture sprinkled with love, a somewhat rewarding smile. I'm sweating again. I always sweat when I walk.

I swallow my embraces, retrace my apologetic footsteps, and vanish.

That smile encapsulates the joy of a thousand summers.

One would think that to be enough.