You


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I am Your Work-in-Progress

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After a few hours on Garageband and Reason (I wish I had space for Ableton too), I finally finished a very rough demo for a song I’m working on with a new secret band. Download it here:

http://www.mediafire.com/?1glh9cszb2b

I Grow Cold In Shades of Doubt

Dear 2007,

You taught me that I am complicated beyond even my own recognition. You taught me that people like to appear complicated and that I should know better. You taught me that I am beyond myself, and that life is far worse in this respect. You taught me to love, be loved, and what haste means as a result. You truly are typical, like the rest of the years that came before you. Entwining me in confusing episodes of unnecessary theatrics, and then leaving me to sort through the carnage on my own, abandoned, confused and full of regret. Dear 2007, you taught me that I’m still the same exasperating/self-exasperating boy that your predecessors tried to fix and so blamelessly gave up on.

Yours sincerely,
Elias

RIP Po Po

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Pop

I’m a realist
I’m romantic
I’m an indecisive
piece of shit

Global Gathering


Mr Idris Zee


The gang


Miss May Lin Le Goff


Miss Cindy Tan


Miss Mel Choy


Sir Sherwood Twohill


Miss Nerva


…and the gang.

Banks At His Best

Through the storms and the light
baby, you stood by my side
and life is wine
but there are days in this life
when you see the teeth marks of time
two lovers divide

Standing In The Way Of Control

This has got to be the best (and worst) display of gender equality.

But of course, lest we forget, Ms. Beth Ditto still takes the cake for bigger impact.

For the Likes of You

Dear blog,

It is I, your prodigal liege, returning to pacify you.

So apparently Castro has already passed, despite Cuban communist party officials’ efforts to suppress rumours.

“earl of gloucester [aberdeen 1-3 celtic] says:
castro will live forever man
so nevermind the tshirts”

Exams next week. A 2 month holiday follows. Ah, partial relief. So until the next time, au revoir, la vie montre du doigt.

Yours longingly,
Prodigal Liege

p.s. Wishing I was in Groix too.