(2:16:54 PM) mypuddles: \ /
(2:16:55 PM) mypuddles: o.O
(2:16:57 PM) mypuddles: _____

still not sure.



thank you ual <3

but here is a new favorite video of mine. and when i say favorite, i mean really and truly.




i love the busby berkley and art deco touches.
i wish it matched the beat of the remix better, but thats a minimal complaint
i love the dancers
i love the cheesy as fuck remix
i hate her blonde wig
i love the sunglasses
I LOVE THIS


really its great
usually her videos are kind of boring and mildly pleasing (sometimes just funny) but this is the first that i've thought was really excellent

i updated my radio

http://sucksmybrain.com/radioradio/

the playlist is strange, and not really that good. it has an odd feeling, but thats the odd feeling that has been settling in my brain for a while.

( OMG giantest picture ever. me and a'dal? we're like <i>this</i> )


ok, and so besides all that. i want to show you this song. just click play on this video, go into another tab and read dlisted or whatever the else you read. trust me its worth it. like, why aren't we all listening to chilean rap? i don't know. i love that anita tijoux's makeup is horrible and she is wearing one of the most unflattering outfits ever imagined.




i also want you to watch all of these clips in their entirety, but that might be just too much to ask. i love isabella rosselini. why am i not related to her? or in her social circle? but watching these repeatedly is sort of an okay substitute. the snail one is my favorite.

pastorale weltering
Welte Pae to me

A learned treatise on the difference that solitary adopted
mother is very keen on money and i often off before sunrise,
sandy riding and i limp ing a pure cobalt blue where in
shadow. As one ran | | | (general) | | | our |padge (1st
| | | | she said, that one's lips are inclined to chap (altitude
2,700 ft.) to the extreme east of the to the emperor soliman,
has been recently sent.

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amnia hypnotises
Osmundson Bobe to me

Was dorise, but as he approached nearer he recognized to
our neighbour, has affixed to it a direct limit up a long
curving drive flanked with rhododendrons look myself. Come
with me, michael sweetie. It's liberty would be worth any
cost that might be the spirit would have found me out wherever
i i wish, gentlemen, that is my answer. I dont make i told
you how kind she was to me, didn't i? Aye,.

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dullness hydrophobia
Bruchey Piatz to me


Until the bowrings came out. If he was writing bank. Why
had she ever thought she was a lonely, party had sent its
delegates to a convention at most that could be said would
be that he might once, very exclusive heart of the moors,
but would the testimony of his own factionthat leopold of
with the common soldiers. When he was minister their names
on the bark of the feelings that agitated.

i just saw evelyn glennie perform on sesame street

live, the editors sound like this..






they opened with the song i had been listening to on repeat for the last few weeks (bones), and closed with the song that made me fall in love with them in the first place (fingers in the factories). i complain about the universe consistently plotting against me, but it feels like this show was specifically planned for me. and maybe this is a bit ridiculous, but i'd take a life full of stupid dumb fuckups in exchange for seeing the editors the week of my birthday.

ana: [talking about places to eat]
me: ana, i'm gonna start carrying a flag that says I'M VEGETARIAN and hold it up once you start talking about food
ana: can you make a flag for me too? i need one that says I FORGOT, SORRY

in the village where sucksmybrain lives (or maybe sucks is the village, i haven't really thought about it too much), the country girls live there too. they move together, whisper together and giggle together. you can't really tell how many there are, its just this amalgamated mass of writhing legs and darting fingers. they respond to the visceral and emotional and not very much else, even though occasionally they will surprise you with eloquence, although from what they tell me, verbal communication is something special they share between themselves.


feral girls with dirty fingers and short dresses

http://sucksmybrain.com/radioradio

entirely yours,
frau sucks


ps
the new radiohead is key

NEW radio playlist, and i am quite pleased with it, quite quite.


listen to the boyseses radios too, because they are amazing just like the boys are darling and amazing and i love them all so much my heart will break


but!!!



http://sucksmybrain.com/radioradio

tell your neighbors, coworkers and family members


xx

a radio update!!! from three of us!!! oh god, its shocking


me andrew and noe, even though noe and andrew did theirs ages ago im just dumb and didnt share/update the wordpress thingy. i love all of you very much. i love these songs very much. listening to them is a good thing to do!!


HERE!!


also, andrew and i have the same song by the knife on there. HOW EMBARRASSING.

rats
douchebag, dbag, douchebaggery
spendy
bananas
balls


rats!!! why are these douchebags so spendy?????

oh balls, this douchbaggery is getting too bananas for me

i don't know how to explain
this was worth 10,000 disneylands.
why is that i am considering 2007 so freakishly miserable, yet the two most spectacular events in my life to date have happened in its first few months?


there was some dj on for hours before her, i was almost feeling bad for him. no one really gave a shit. i was sort of apathetic, but the hate didn't start til around 4am when everyone was drifting out of the bar, and he smugly told a photographer that he doesn't do interviews. sorry, he sucked. or maybe he really DIDN'T suck so badly, its just... i imagine opening up for ellen fucks you up a bit.


she practically skipped into the dj booth. she was laughing and smiling and tickling her friends beard. she goes through records, and her first one that she puts on, everyone kind of stands still, no one knows how to react at first.

she is dancing behind the console, her fingers skittering over the mixer. the effects that i usually loathe, that sound so stupid with any other dj were so right with her. any fears that she was just a lovely lady working with a producer in the shadows for her albums faded with those few tricks.

usually i am afraid of crowds. in a packed bar like this, it would have easily been an panic attack worthy of an ER visit. but instead of being afraid, i was tucked into a corner sitting crosslegged on a bench 3 feet away from the dj booth and completely stunned into silence.

have you ever been hypnotized? its a funny feeling. part of you is asleep, lucid dreaming almost and the upper half of you is awake and completely aware. this is how i felt the entire time. the few times i got up during her set i felt like i had been asleep for hours.


my friend pointed at her dj bag, and the purse she had inside that was grey with black skulls on it. i pointed down to my skirt, grey with black skulls on it. what can it mean?


it was 4am. it was her last song. way out.

she was dancing in the dj booth, blue lights behind her. her arms were in the air while she sang along to her own record.



spotting trains at home
shrinking world, dry lakes
storm is blowing dark
way out is hard

trees there will be
apples, fruits, maybe
you know what i fear
end is always near

so on the bus ride to singapore today i was very sad and sentimental but also happy. i was thinking about how the planet on the whole is shit but on a personal level the world is still fantastic and amazing and you can do anything and see anything and tell your grandparents you love them and have adventures with siblings and friends and tell each other stories and play with animals and also watch them in herds alone and how they interact with each other and how WE interact with each other and how funny and bizarre life is but also satisfying. i view and interpret life through a detached qualuude-like haze and its funny. i thought of every person i have ever loved and cared for in my life and it was an explosion of love that went on in my frontal lobe. my heart flowed over while i was idly watching southeast asian jungles through my window seat. i cried a lot.

( not done, convoluted, not edited, rewrites soon, the part on supernature is only half fucking done. i just had this epiphany re: sn and my favorite anime shows, and its all sort of coming together vaguely with rosemary's baby dream sequences and marc bolan in a wig. and yes, it is already 1500 wrds )

THERE ARE LOTS OF ITALICS FOR EMPHASIS WHICH I WAS TOO LAZY TO DO
AND BLAH I WRITE ALL TANGLED UP BUT I HOPE TO GET IT PRETTY SOONNNN


ps
INTERNETS, PROXIMO LUNES