Standards and trying to please.

[wolven7]

Oingo Boingo - [Rawhide]--- Sliver trails of admiration, and respect, glowing and propelling me along paths of fawns... It's just so rare {The combination, not that i either respect Or admire... I do both... It's an essence, everyday, in everyone i call friend, really....}, that, when it happens, it's a beautiful things, and we fear it guttering out like candles in uncertain wind. (Poe - [Hey Pretty]). Eventually we learn to worry less... but it never fully goes away.

Perdido Street Station is another in the list of books i'm going to force upon people, because they will find a fairly alarming piece of themselves, there. It joins the ranks of House of Leaves, American Gods, Gödel, Escher, Bach: an Eternal Golden Braid, and a few others. And it is, quite possibly, more distinctly and utterly painful, at the last, than any of them. Yes. You heard me. There is serious pain, there...

Oingo Boingo - [We Close Our Eyes]--- My mother laughed at South Park, tonight. Laughed long and loud, and she loved it, and she wants me to tape it, the next time it comes on... I love those kinds of instances, when my mother (or any other memeber of my family) and i find the same things deeply amusing...

Poe & Mark Danielewski - [Hey Pretty (Remix)]--- Interesting. I'm heading elsewhere, to think about some things.

Later.