Tongues
Originally Uploaded here by Tom Q
This music is so amazing, it wails to me like a funeral march across the balkans. Trumpets, tamborines, and accordians sluggishly stumbling me to my grave.
I'm groggy. And sore. Friday was a marathon of work, driving, drinking, eating, partying, and the consumption of media. Hangovers aren't nearly as bad as they were ten years ago, no burning agony of light that I could only liken to a petite migraine, but instead a soreness. Like, instead of a headache, my body simply ceases to care about working properly and all of that normal nietzchean might gives way to the weaknesses of flesh.
I'm not sure what I want. Bacon will have to do.
Currently Listening: Beirut - The Gulag Orkestar
Written On: Home Computer