I remember the whiskey and neon of those days. The sun would set at 7 pm every night over Fremont Street, and I would pretend that my childhood still stood with the El Rancho. There forever remained silver dollar-slots in my head, and the roar of a public winning the night.
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It’s just you and I, my friend.

It’s just you and I, my friend.

Springsteen has always been there, and he’s a part of us without us even realising it. You hear ‘Born to Run’ a million times, and you grow up with ‘Born in the USA’, but it wasn’t until I was 24 that I actually realised how great he was. I listened to him after a reviewer called our first EP ‘too Springsteen’ and I thought, ‘What?’ So I checked him out and I’m not sorry I did that at all. The lines in ‘Streets of Philadelphia’ are amazing: ‘no angel’s gonna greet me’ and ‘my clothes don’t fit anymore’ describe a man dying of Aids so brilliantly. Nobody else can write lyrics like that and it takes my breath away.
Brandon Flowers.
Dali.

Dali.

London And Its Dead.

As Arnold points out, there is an otherwise inexplicable shift in direction in the Piccadilly line passing east out of South Kensington. “In fact,” she writes, “the tunnel curves between Knightsbridge and South Kensington stations because it was impossible to drill through the mass of skeletal remains buried in Hyde Park.” I will admit that I think she means “between Knightsbridge and Hyde Park Corner”—although there is apparently a “small plague pit dating from around 1664” beneath Knightsbridge Green—but I will defer to Arnold’s research.

But to put that another way, the ground was so solidly packed with the interlocked skeletons of 17th-century victims of the Great Plague that the Tube’s 19th-century excavation teams couldn’t even hack their way through them all. The Tube thus had to swerve to the side along a subterranean detour in order to avoid this huge congested knot of skulls, ribs, legs, and arms tangled in the soil—an artificial geology made of people, caught in the throat of greater London.

And don’t give me any of that Sparkle Motion shit.

I want to be like water. I want to slip through fingers, but hold up a ship.
Michelle Williams.
That’s every day.

That’s every day.

Things that should be allowed to be used in essays:

  • I shit you not
  • you feel me
  • no but get this
  • I’m just sayin’
  • let me explain you a thing
  • and yeah
So damn true.

So damn true.

I mean, I have the feeling that something in my mind is poisoning everything else.
Vladimir Nabokov.
You still look like a Friday night.

You still look like a Friday night.

Get Through Tonight.

Don’t worry about anything other than getting through tonight.

You’re not special.

You’re not special.

How odd I can have all this inside me and to you it’s just words.
David Foster Wallace, The Pale King.
Can’t break.

Can’t break.