Makes my heart feel like it’s doing jumping jacks on a frosty morning.
The tortuously pleasurable feeling you get when the icy daggers first hit your lungs is this:
Abel Korzeniowski
It’s rare, more rare than a unicorn, for music to turn me on like this, but oh, when it does, it coerces a part of me that’s been dormant out from the cave, that dark, obsessive side of me that wouldn’t cast anchor to save her own life.
I don’t know how to describe it when pieces like this wash over me, but a friend of mine one described it as a sort of “caged recklessness.”
LOL.
All I know is that it makes me want to get sloshed a bit in the water and run my own legs into the ground until I can’t breathe.
So listen, to this whole soundtrack if you must, of A Single Man. Tell me what you think.
Until we meet again . . .
Writing, writing, writing. Colonoscopy with drugsssss (ay ay ay!), and then you can bet on it.
More writing, writing, writing.
The Not-So-Weekly Round Up is posted.
Dance with Daisy.
Read the faux-story of my life.
And if I were a rich girl . . .
Ciao.
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