there are certain things that i can listen to that just pulse throughout the entirety of my existence. this music interests me, i must say. it's a very… enrapturing, i suppose, feeling, to listen to music and feel it through your entire body, to feel the bass pulsing, to feel the melodies, the harmonies, whatever have you to sound like any other pretentious musicfag.

but it really is an amazing experience, i recommend it wholeheartedly if you have never done it before. it's almost like you're eating at denny's, or wendy's, except without the diarrhea afterwards, and the hating yourself for realizing that you probably could have cooked a better bacon cheeseburger or the most amazing meat-lover's omelette at home for much cheaper.

a consistent pulse is something i like in music, i suppose that's why trance, techno, whatever, seems to be very much amazing nowadays. well, that and the powerful bass. when it vibrates your whole existence, you know you've got something good. still, it's like you put a filter on your existence, and you can't take it away.

you wake up one day and you realize that you slept in too late… what do you do now?

i guess the most pertinent decision would be to say fuck it and go back to sleep, it's often what i do when i wake up late. can't be arsed to fix that fact so i just make up for it by waking up later. it may not win me many awards, but who wants awards nowadays.

kanye west might storm me if i receive one.

new thought:

my blogs make no sense when i read over them, yet they do when i write them. or at least they kinda make sense when i read them and don't make sense when i write them.

i don't know how to write anyways, i think i will just throw out all grammatical precedents and structures and define my own (il)logical followings thereafter.

i imply you.