Turning Japanese, I think I'm turning Japanese

I find it really frustrating when I have an idea that I want to elaborate, but once I finally get onto blogger I can't think of the insightful post I wanted to share. Fortunately I now have blogger on my phone so sharing creativity is just a few touches away (Yes. I have the iPhone and am in love with it). 

haphazard.

It's a vicious whirlwind of a cycle and impossible to escape.

GBV lyrics never fail me, sometimes I feel like I cant relate to them without really understanding why. It's like certain phrases jump out at me and everything seems to fall into place afterwards.

No, I am not high. I just love GBV.

Hey little girl would you stop and just lay back
It's so hard to believe that you're so sad
And I know we just keep talking about it
In a swirl bunch of nothing turned inside out
I don't care what you do anymore

The line that stood out to me initially was the last one. 


In the words of T.S. Eliot... 
"Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood." 

Robert Pollard's lyrics must be genuine poetry. 

I hate the video pop ups.