Yasahime (I am stressed with a fiery headache so need some...)

I am stressed with a fiery headache so need some distraction, I think the done thing is to be requested numbers, but I’m just going to fill it out.

1. draw, watch dvds, buy things I shouldn’t, be unsociable.

2. blueberries, v, lavender.

3. homes and jobs for the poor. heck, with that much, I’d probably have some left over for innocent world items. I’d also hire a gluten free chef.

4. the odyssey, the producers, sherlock.

5. C.S.Lewis, we would talk for a long time then sit quietly and watch the sunset. Day two might afford a scenic stroll. I will try to hug him, he will resist.

6. licorice, coffee, bold green.

7. food, sketchbooks, books I will never read.

8. hipster briefs. I like my bottom covered.

9. most things by shakespeare, cj7, seinfeld.

10. probably not look at them at all and quietly have a panic attack, in reality.

11. my clothes.

12. my whole life is weird to other people. I think I eat too much.

13. when people question my way of life and try to change it, thinking that because they don’t understand it, there’s something wrong with it.

14. bay window seat, library, privacy, character, birdsong.

15. probably a cat because they are loved and fed, regardless of how much they’re around or let you touch them.

16. Interpol

17. Interpol, turn on the bright lights, leif erikson

18. because they are the best that’s why. they embody all the things I like in music, sound layerings, moody guitars, edgy poetic lyrics.

19. I’ve been to one concert, it was U2. So I guess that was my favourite.

20. Interpol aside, I love the lyrics to Married on the Morrow from the Mighty Boosh. I happen to think it is one of the greatest songs of all time!!!

(This is a tasty rhythm. Okay, lets go!)

Are we to be married on the morrow, my child, or will I always be alone?
Are we to be together forever and a day or will life always be this way?

Because I dreamed of a hedge, where you laid your head, the grass was red
The seagull screamed
What can it mean?
Was it just a dream?
Am I too obscene for your eyes?

Are we to be married on the morrow, my child?
Or will life always be this way?
Or will life always be this way?
(Sing it now)
Or will life always be this way?
(Sing, Tony!)

Can I ever love?
Will I ever touch?
Can I ever see?
Can I ever dream?
Will I ever be?
Can I ever find what I need?

I can’t see, I can’t breathe (yeah!)
I’m spiralling now in infinity
Oh, look what you did, you came into my wood
With your tiny little eyes and your hair made of wool

Now it’s over (whoo!)
And how I loved you and, oh, how I needed you
Oh, lying down on the floor
Like a crispy noodle cup boy (yeah!)
Dreaming that you were once the child of a wolf
With your paper arms and wrists

I worshipped you, I needed you
With your see-through scorpion underbelly and your tiny little claws
Hammering away at the pigeons eyebrow
Climbing up your head as if were an elaborate child’s climbing frame

Oh, ladders to the moon with your cardboard pastry
Paisley silver eyes
(Sing it now, sing it now) [repeat]
And value of your structured silhouette
Creeping around like a Chinese Cadbury wolf

It’s over
I hate you
It’s over!