i like talking to people when they're stoned.

it's fun.

i've listened to everything of r. spektor's i could get my hands on.

she doesn't do it for me. it's like i'm missing out on one of the indie pillowbook-er world's great secret. like i'm blind to one color of the spectrum, or something. it's frustrating, almost.

but, to each his own. i suppose.

in a futile effort to convey how much i fucking love this:

slip- almost sensual, perfectly slips you into the piece, the pace, of a drugtrip mindset.

the use of the word "it's" for some reason, it just sounds fucking brilliant.

i like that this is narcissistic, (inspiration, sea, sky, everything) it reads like the epic and the infinite.

antici

pation

surely you realize how badass and beautiful that was?

i know my words are skipping all over, but i really can't help it with this.

avant-garde and stunning.