The waste lands

Aaaargh. Just stop being so stupid.

I don't know about angels, but it's fear that gives men wings.

I wanna get away I wanna fly away Yeah yeah yeah

“I guess, in the end, things seldom work out exactly the way you expect. Other times, well, you’ve kind of sealed your own fate. Either way, you have to trust that whatever’s supposed to happen, will happen. Besides, somehow you always seem to end up with the person you’re meant to be with.”

I have to learn to play the banjo. And buy one.

Dr. Kelso: Maybe so, but I started those things promptly at eight.

Wat. Meh - that's all you have? Do you realise you are speaking to the man on the right? :D

There was a dark hilarity in his face, and perhaps in his heart, too, you would think—and you would be right. It was the face of a hatefully happy man, a face that radiated a horrible handsome warmth, a face to make water glasses shatter in the hands of tired truck-stop waitresses, to make small children crash their trikes into board fences and then run wailing to their mommies with stake-shaped splinters sticking out of their knees.

My desires for music to listen keep changing every day.