Penelope Cholmondely raised her azure eyes from the crabbed scenario. She meandered among the congeries of her memoirs. There was the Kinetic Algernon, a choleric artificer of icons and triptychs, who wanted to write a trilogy. For years she had stifled her risibilities with dour moods. His asthma caused him to sough like the zephyrs among the tamarack.
Monday, September 14, 2009
Anorexiorocketdontstop
My mind is so blown. Just wait till a minute in.
Edit: How....did I miss this song? It's from her first album, which I have, and I've never heard it before. Which is a shame, because it's pretty much her, distilled into an espresso shot.
Other musical interludes include: Bjork. Wait, wait, stick with me.
This is an entirely a cappella track. Bjork, a backing choir, and this guy on beats.
And effects, of course. Bjork is like a River Tam that doesn't kick ass.
DJ Vadim. Of One Self and a million other things. Here is an accompanying video.
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