April 2011
Bass Drum of Death - Nerve Jamming (GB City LP)
DM: I feel like a night in with some pretty young thing curled up next to me.
YY: I would have KILLED for that shit tonight. That or an intimate candle lit dinner hiding from the rain.
DM: The irony is… to manifest that scenario, you must first enter the unforgiving wilderness of ‘nightlife’ to snare yourself some prey. The antithesis of a cosy night in. This is the paradox of...
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John Keats. 1795–1821
624. Ode to a Nightingale
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: ‘Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, That thou, light-wingèd Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of...
