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Brian Eno, 28 May 1995 (via eno1995)

it is with great relief that i erase “check to see if brian eno is 69 yet” from the household chore wheel

ENO PATTERN

you awaken at 4:37 A.M. on a work day. you feel sweat on your skin, but you arent sweating. its cold but the window is closed. theres a breeze hitting your forehead and youre still sweating. what could that be? as you pull the covers off and stand up, you suddenly stop sweating. the breeze is also gone. you reach for your flashlight. its out of batteries. you reach for the light switch on the wall–there is no light switch. finally you find a lit candle under your mattress. why was there a lit candle under your mattress? who was using it? you havent used lit candles since 1986. you reach for the candle and use it to illuminate the room. there on your bed you see a puddle of water where your head was. you lick the puddle. it’s not sweat. as you lick the puddle, you feel the breeze again. you pull your head back and the breeze stops. you can only feel the breeze in the spot right above the puddle. as you look up, you see a creature with big eyes, breathing heavily while drooling on your face and gazing into your soul. you cant move. youre frozen. after the longest 14 seconds of your life, the creature rests its palms on your cheeks. “OwO” he says. “whats this?”

our “set list” could be larry doing a one-man reenactment of the mysterious ways video for three hours and you would still go

they said pop sucks. i said “suck this”

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Brian Eno, Jarvis Cocker & David Bowie

He runs a hand through the bristly remnants of his hair. “The world is not how it should be, my dear, and sometimes I dwell on that fact too long.”