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WASHED OUT

i was just rummaging around the urban outfitters shop when there suddenly appeared a VINYL of WASHED OUT :o i love vinyls and i love washed out! and i also love urban outfitters xD temporary, i was kind of delighted because it seemed to be a bargain sale (only 14 euro and we all know how expensive modern vinyls are -.-) but then i discovered the delivery charges :D .. 13 euro, yeeay.. not a bit overdone or so! ;D ..(essentially, i always liked urban outfitters but the online shop isn't comparable with the store in hamburg! i was there in summer and i have to say, i never visited a lovelier store, HOLY) .. well, looks like i have to wait for some "vinyl-bargains" in ebay.. and now i'll show you a song of washed out (new theory). washed out is an one-man band consisting of Ernest Greene whose music can be described as chillwave and lo-fi blabla and in my opinion it's that kind of music which casts a spell over you, doesn't it?

xmas stuff

i could really abandon on this annual christmas days -.- sure, one christmas eve can be quite nice when you're around with the right people but must there be even 3 christmas days? in my opinion it just wastes my holidays..and anyway, where the fuck did the first week go? oO actually, this gives me a good scare! how can i hold up the vacations? :/ well, i should stop sleeping till 2 o'clock..

hope your christmas eve was lovelier than mine :-)

my love affair with dr. martens

FO∆LS

black rocks and shoreline sand
still that summer i cannot bare
and i wipe the sand from my eyes
spanish sahara the place that you'd wanna
leave the horror here, forget the horror here
forget the horror here, leave it all down here
it's future rust and then it's future dust

"Someday, I would like to go home. The exact location of this place, I don’t know, but someday I would like to go. There would be a pleasing feeling of familiarity and a sense of welcome in everything I saw. People would greet me warmly. They would remind me of the length of my absence and the thousands of miles I had travelled in those restless years, but mostly, they would tell me that I had been missed, and that things were better now I had returned. Autumn would come to this place of welcome, this place I would know to be home. Autumn would come and the air would grow cool, dry and magic, as it does that time of the year. At night, I would walk the streets but not feel lonely, for these are the streets of my home town. These are the streets that I had thought about while far away, and now I was back, and all was as it should be. The trees and the falling leaves would welcome me. I would look up at the moon, and remember seeing it in countries all over the world as I had restlessly journeyed for decades, never remembering it looking the same as when viewed from my hometown."

Henry Rollins