Random venting of overpowering balderdash'ery gobbledygook-ism of claptrap,
Hugger-mugger history, which no one really bothers about.
Quotes that matter,appalling appetizers, music that flows in bloodstream,
Photographs of historical/queer-cal/personal significance.
Suggestion: Kiss incoherence and dive head-first into abstract-ness, because it's void and doesn't hurt.
Hipster glasses sporting passionate Opinionator, HP freak, wanderlust, awfully sketchy at times. I don't like songs which flaunt extensive music and lyrics do just occasional peekaboo.
I think Ralph Fiennes can impregnate with his eyes and Ewan Mcgregor is the cream inside the coconut. I can live off books without caring much about anything else. Michael Ondaatje and JKR left me in shreds. I think drums speak louder than guitar. I giggle hopelessly (thence paranoid about choking to death). I glamorise food and its exoticism. I get the nagging feeling to imagine the worse, i.e. looming faces in the dark, severed hands shooting out of ceilings and all that jazz, and like to think its the gnomes toying with me again. I like people with funny noses who do peculiar laughs. I spend money over things of lesser materialistic and more of narcissistic significance. First person can gets its ass kicked by third person, 'literal'-ly.
I don't shy away when asked to dance.
Into cartoons currently, finding sweetness in Twitter and helping some dinosaur eggs to hatch, last desperate attempt to revive them, they personified 'majestic' and could wrap themselves around their neck, that's why. I think Santa had drinking problem. And Peter Pan has revolutionised Punk Rock. And Kurt Cobain was The Real thing that had happened. I think loneliness is a necessary evil.
I have unsolved issues with humanity in general. My eraser carries my initials. I think it's okay to openly make fun of people. I find blogs with music at the background, tacky! Fluorescence is magnificence in its own way. The familiar smell of Grandma while lying on her lap makes her rants about the neighbours infinitely bearable.
Now, who is up for some cakes and warm tea?