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Hello again five followers,

Although I have been far too busy ignoring my other blogs to write anything of substance for you here, I feel two posts in one sitting might do something in the way of satiating the thirst you must by now have acquired for my have-you-hanging-on-to-every-word style of slapdash blogging.

First off, I am still reeling from the realization nearing 23,000 hits on a blog in under eight months is an astonishing personal feat (and no, the 12 hits a week on here aren't quite getting us there). One I continue to cast aside and forget on a daily basis. To have so many people already tuning into anything still so much in its infancy is astounding. So thank you, I suppose, for apparently enjoying our proliferation of everyday antagonism.

Secondly, I am sitting here stubbornly refusing to take my iPod off of shuffle even with its incessant refusal to play what I am hoping it will, disappointing me ceaselessly at every songs turn. This might seem a trivial matter, but herein lies my struggle: I have had my iPod on shuffle for nigh six days now in an ever-failing attempt at listening to its contents through, leaving freewill and volition behind. A feat it would truly be for a man as often impulsive as myself where music is concerned. On any other given day, if but the thought of another song trickled into my brain (sometimes before the previous song had even begun to ride its own momentum), with the skill and dexterity of a mongoose, I would strike forth for my iPod and dial myself up the auditory expedition I felt to embark upon. I should probably have stuck with my initial sentence (Music + Me = ADD), but that doesn't have nearly the confused, rambling touch to it. I keep rereading this paragraph and I'm not exactly sure I fully understand what it is I just said either.

//writersblock
should I have hashtagged that? #writersblock #hashtaginmyblog #writersblockwhenallIamdoingistryingtovoicemypureunadulteratedthoughttotheinternet

If Brand New comes on once more when I am writing on here I am going to claim conspiracy.

I've lost all train of thought.

I feel about as disconnected lately as the last few sentences of this post. And wouldn't you know it, Fantomas has made its disjointed appearance on my iPod.

Goodnight, with love.

Verzögerung Verzögerung Verzögerung

So, just to dive right in here, it has been far too long since I have posted anything worthwhile, and I'm sure it will be a longer while more. With that out of the way, I am bored, overtired, and in a mood for something mindless. So, without further ado, I present yet another list I expect you to no more than skim, if not ignore entirely.

Songs I really like this week:

To Find Solace... Where Security Stands - Winterfylleth (But ten minutes of this albums inspiring saga)
Teutonic Terror - Accept (How are they still making music this good?)
The Bald Cadaver - Cerebral Bore (I can't seem to find my face)
Bring Me Back - I Create (Simplicity at it's finest)
Eld - Skogen (Breathing atmospheric black metal with a folky touch)
Einhärjar - King of Asgard (Soldiers of Ragnarök born into song)
The Trees Part Two - The Morningside (Couldn't wish a better introduction to autumn)
Höstdepressioner - Lifelover (A band I have managed to overlook, regrettably)
Disposition - Tool (I had, until a few days ago, been avoiding this song vehemently)


For those of you who aren't Rich, a few of these have been somewhat self-plagiarized from my secondary Twitter alias.

For those of you who actually read through (and maybe even enjoyed) this post, tune in next week to find out this won`t be a weekly thing I do.

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Neat.

Könnten wir jemals zurück?

Wonder what it says of me if the sexiest few words a woman has spoken in the past few months are "I'm not one for hanging out with too many people."

Родион Романович Раскольников

Is I.
Metaphorically speaking

Wake Up!

And listen to John Legend and The Roots album

boldog születésnapot

...e parabéns

Resurfacing

I am but your ghost.

Echoes

Chi dara fine al gran dolore?



L'ore.

Extirpation

Oh abrupt uprooting, how I feel your slow wearing.