*CENSORED* I want to write a message to you everyday at 10 o'clock in the evening *CENSORED*
There's something irresistibly 90s about Hurts. It's partly their sound, their look, it's... it's mostly the feeling when you first listen to their songs - that you have listened to it a hundred times before, that it's a favourite of yours you're revisiting after a time, but also rediscovering, seeing in a whole new light. or maybe I'm rambling.
somedays you just feel like fondling your way up atop a human pyramid of dirty horny fuckers. purely as a vantage point, of course. for mister right, up there on his high and mighty pedestal. somedays you just can't go wrong with some Kylie.
4am in that ditzy queer club. Dark, humid, smelly, your black t-shirt is stuck on you with sweat, all your friends have pulled and abandoned you, everyone worth a look has paired off and fucked off to the toilets, and the guy you've been eyeing all night is snogging some retard in a corner. Face facts, take center-stage, feel the old weathered bass vibrate through you, your heart sync to the beat, let your arms go, loosen your hips, close your eyes... dance like a fucking spastic... dance on your own. and if you happen to show off a bit and hope he notices you, well, you're only human - and drunk :)
fourteen and thirteen have been a struggle to choose. but then, I hear this and I think...
why'd it take so long to know...
(I need somebody to love me. Yeah, I want somebody nice, see the boy I once was in my eyes)
In some alternate Fringe universe I caved in to my dark pathetic no-self-respect self and put Kanye in my #15 spot. In this universe, level heads prevailed and that particular post-that-will-never-be-mentioned-again was deleted and burned for exemplification.
Let's turn our backs to crass vulgarity and commercialisation and dickhead-ness, let's play something with... class. Janelle Monαe, magnifiqua!! the antidote to ugliness