silveryscrape (silveryscrape) wrote,

I have fleeting love, scorching when it lands, fragile

Train wailing in the distance, and the sky is blue and white through the tangled trees. I think it'll be a nice day.


Still not convinced how interesting it is to know what states everyone's visited. "I've been to Kansas!" "Uh-huh." "And Nebraska!" "Um, you know what..." "But, I have graphics." "Oh. Really?"

Couldn't decide on the musical portion of our presentation for today. On one hand, I'm in the mood for something... hard. But I mentioned this track the other day and it really is beautiful, a call to another world at sundown, and I think Amber should write something set in the North African desert, maybe in the future after everything falls apart. Mmmm.

Oh! Did I say that out loud? Huh.

This is the Max Pashm remix of Ekova's Sabura:


Rewriting the remix. I realized I'm turning Justin into kind of an ass and enjoying it, though, rolling in it, even, but I know I'll end up changing that and rightly so. But for now: whiny! punk-ass! child! Love it. *hugs brat!justin*

Oh, what the hell. Here's some more Wire:


Big whole body hugs to everyone who responded to me yesterday. I have this ingrained thing where I'm supposed to be the one doing the comforting, you know? Disconcerting to be on the other side for once. My thanks.

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