through the week, i was going thru a smashing pumpkins revival of sorts as i blew the dust of my cd jackets and brought the cds (cd, to be exact- SP greatest hits. a history condensed) to camp. i don't think i'll ever get tired of the pumpkins. there'll always be 'pumpkin' moments- you know what i mean. when you feel all melancholic and alone and fuck yes you want to wallow in it for all its worth like a fat lazy pig rolling in the mud as you listen to his siren wail drag you deeper and deeper into depression and you secretly love every minute of it.

david says i like to listen to sad music. i don't think thats too true tho there are the few more introspective numbers in my playlist, but i'm sure we all do have that. cusak put it poignantly- what comes first, the music or the melancholy? i think they go hand in hand, but i also think i may have said that last time.

now, i'm on a radiohead revivial, thanks to gangwei and his lovely solo acoustic renditions. smashing pumpkins, radiohead. just bring in belle and sebastia, ash and placebo and maybe a dash of x-japan and and wham bruce i miss you so. i know you read this and i'd like to call and say hi or fuck you or you still owe me money but then again maybe we've drifted too far too long and i'm stuck in an auld lang sye but then again maybe time doesn't equate into our dynamics and it'll be the same and in the end i think i just don't want to find out. but all the same i wish you no surprises, the arms of sleep wrap and the bus stop out of town. (on a beech tree rudely carved) (lets not forget the glory days)

farewell and goodnight, and a Closed Book.