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Levi

]]> ~Stalhrim http://Stalhrim.deviantart.com/journal/19383303/ http://Stalhrim.deviantart.com/journal/19383303/ Mon, 14 Jul 2008 02:55:07 PDT
Well... where to begin? My life is pretty chaotic at the moment, a fact that I have been considering for the last week or so. Its my birthday next Tuesday [not tomorrow] and there has been something of a kerfluffle [!] at my house lately.

So, in the last three days or so I have painted... and painted... and painted. Squares, stripes, entire walls: white, orange, green. I shan't say why, lest the secret get out, but its something that was asking to be renovated and I did it quickly and as tidily as an amateur room-painter can do in a limited timespan.

That little... tour de force, has left me wasted. Fuck me.

The rest of my time has been brutally cut up into:

smattered moments of listening to Cream and the Kinks - the latter are one of my new favourite bands, and I just got the complete Cream discography

melancholic moments of yearning for the girl I like, who is perpetually beyond my reach, no matter how strongly I feel... how I feel - being a fact which seems perpetually irrelevant

eating

and sleeping.

There isn't a lot to look forwards to these days, except my birthday and school. I don't know what might happen when school arrives again, but it is good being away. I've had plenty of time to reflect on things, and I've come to a few insignificant conclusions... But I'm content for the time being.

Now, leave a comment if you will - that would be nice. I'll leave you for now with the lyrics to the song which I am listening to...

They seek him here, they seek him there,
His clothes are loud, but never square.
It will make or break him so hes got to buy the best,
cause hes a dedicated follower of fashion.

And when he does his little rounds,
round the boutiques of london town,
Eagerly pursuing all the latest fads and trends,
cause hes a dedicated follower of fashion.

Oh yes he is (oh yes he is), oh yes he is (oh yes he is).
He thinks he is a flower to be looked at,
And when he pulls his frilly nylon panties right up tight,
He feels a dedicated follower of fashion.

Oh yes he is (oh yes he is), oh yes he is (oh yes he is).
Theres one thing that he loves and that is flattery.
One week hes in polka-dots, the next week he is in stripes.
cause hes a dedicated follower of fashion.

They seek him here, they seek him there,
In regent street and leicester square.
Everywhere the carnabetian army marches on,
Each one an dedicated follower of fashion.

Oh yes he is (oh yes he is), oh yes he is (oh yes he is).
His world is built round discoteques and parties.
This pleasure-seeking individual always looks his best
cause hes a dedicated follower of fashion.

Oh yes he is (oh yes he is), oh yes he is (oh yes he is).
He flits from shop to shop just like a butterfly.
In matters of the cloth he is as fickle as can be,
cause hes a dedicated follower of fashion.
Hes a dedicated follower of fashion.
Hes a dedicated follower of fashion.

...

]]> ~Stalhrim http://Stalhrim.deviantart.com/journal/18960981/ http://Stalhrim.deviantart.com/journal/18960981/ Sat, 21 Jun 2008 03:52:21 PDT
I'm not one to usually blog in any form. But, y'know what? I may as well start, seeing as I've got nothing better to do.

Right now its... 10:42 as I type. I'm tired, Christ, I haven't slept properly in ages. You know what I mean by properly? Properly is when you don't whimper when you get up in the morning - when you don't lift off the blankets feelings like crap.

And where's my mother? In Australia. God-damn.

Man, when the holidays arrive again... I'll feel somewhat fulfilled!

Right now, not only am I tired, I'm feeling kinda trippy. You know what's funny? Hallucinogenic videos. I didn't realise staring at circles could make desk edges vibrate green and red. O.o

Well, with psychedelic folk and rock / hippie music playing in the background, its a cause for celebration. I love psychedelic and hippie music, I think I could go and list my favourite psychedelics and hippies right now:

Cream, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Tyrannosaurus Rex Jefferson Airplane, Country Joe and the Fish, the Jimi Hendrix Experience, the Beatles [sometimes]...

Wow. Is there anything else to write?

Oh yes. Two-hour orgasm material, people. Cream Farewell Concert, 1968 at Royal Albert Hall.

Guess what?

I own it. No, really. And it owns. Everything. Cream ftw. I can't explain how good it is, so I won't try. Just come to my house and watch it while we discuss Communism, sex positions and whatever else springs to mind.

And as a sign of my good taste in music, I shall leave you with the lyrics to the song I'm listening to right now!

My-wow-oh-yeah!

Metal Guru is it you, Metal Guru is it you
Sitting there in your armor plated chair, oh yeah
Metal Guru is it true, Metal Guru is it true
All alone without a telephone, oh yeah
Metal Guru could it be you're gonna bring my baby to me
She'll be wild you know a rock and roll child, oh yeah
Metal Guru has it been, just like a silver-studded sabre-tooth dream
I'II be clean you know pollution machine, oh yeah

Metal Guru is it you, Metal Guru is it you
Oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah, yeah, rock!

Metal Guru could it be you're gonna bring my baby to me
She'll be wild you know a rock and roll child, oh yeah
Metal Guru is it you, Metal Guru is it true
All alone without a telephone, oh
Metal Guru could it be you're gonna bring my baby to me
She'll be wild you know a rock and roll child, oh yeah

Metal Guru is it you, Metal Guru is it you, yeah, yeah, yeah
Metal Guru is it you, yeah, yeah, yeah
Metal Guru is it you, yeah, yeah, yeah ....

....

]]> ~Stalhrim