Thursday, June 25, 2009. Welcome to the month of sheer and utter lacking. June has flown by in a way that is reminiscent of a dark storm with high winds and torrential rain - for an utterly unoriginal metaphoric point of view. On a more original note, June has been much like a pleasant drizzling of honey over pancakes. Slow, anticipated, and utterly delicious, albeit time consuming in its fluid, sloth-like movement. Staring at the honey has eaten up minutes otherwise spent chasing rabbits. Sure, for the .

Brown paper packages tied up with string. These are a few of my favorite ways to find pleasure in the little things. Tuesday, December 28, 2010. Thursday, December 23, 2010. I want to travel on a train that smells like snowflakes. I want the newspapers I read to smell like the violins left in pawnshops by weeping hobos on Christmas Eve. Wednesday, December 22, 2010. Monday, December 20, 2010. Sunday, December 19, 2010.

Sunday at work is a fairly straightforward affair. I like how straigthforward it has become since I started working here, at a little Edinburgh recording studio. If i had my way, every shift would work like this, hell every DAY would work like this. Thursday, 30 April 2009.

Stories, lyrics, and life 33. but it helps me if i pretend someone is listening. Til next time - - -.

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