I like the way that it looks like it's turning itself inside out.
I've decided to post a short mix of songs that would fit on one side of a C90, every day, or as often as I can. The songs will all be songs I have heard for the very first time that day. They will be from all genres and from all histories of recorded music. I will provide no information about any of the songs or the artists who wrote them, other than the year in which they were released. It's done for love.
Enraged, I leap the tracks in a single bound and lunge for her, but Darcy Bethany just backflips up the wall, and, balancing on the gutter, taunts me in arabesque.
I curse the air with a flurry of battement glissé. I stammer impotently in échappé.
Darcy Bethany just bounces away on the top of lampposts, hands folded behind her back, mocking me in a wordless sing-song.
“La la fucking la!” I scream. “Come down here and dance like a man!”
Her pretty, placid face is a perfect V-sign.
I woke up and I didn’t know where I was, but in the first two seconds that my soul was sucked back into my body it was able to calculate the following information: everywhere around me is pitch black, impenetrable dark. A great volume of air is rushing extremely quickly past me, quicker than any natural force, sucking me. A fist is gripping my hair. My body is horizontal, facing downwards. Only my toe tips feel earth.
The people here have hard, tired faces and they look like they’ve had the sadness sucked out of them. How can you live like that? Without sadness. Without sadness there is no beauty. We may have quaffed the stuff like wine, got raging drunk on it, but when all is said and done the holocausts of our bodies still knew how to appreciate a good painting and a scar.