Instead of playing morose songs on the number 23, here’s something I treated myself to, after lusting over it from afar for the best part of three years. Note: I most certainly am not to be held responsible for influencing ear/headphone choices for several others. Now who says I’m incapable of delayed gratification? ;)
Also featured: My trusty ~4 year old iPod Classic. Its gaudy skin clashes magnificently with the little blue box sitting on my table.
Boredom is not an appropriate response to exploding cars.
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow Roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars, and in the middle, you see the blue center-light pop, and everybody goes ahh…