Am I A Sinner Because I Lust For You?

Gentlemen!

I have nothing to do.

It's, I mean, I've truly exhausted the entire "sit down" portion of the internet. Not in content, perhaps, but most definitely in ability.

Oh this island is awful. Offal. Wreckage. Detritus.

Late night discussions, apparently, are all we are capable of here.

Or rather. Late night drunken tirades. We take turns.

I also send texts. Here is a gem from last night, verbatim:
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v7ttttqiooo cell ohone upside down deiciouus pasta. And whorres."


Oh lordy loo.
I need a hobby, a time waster. Ask me about my Cataclysm preparations.


So. SO.

I'm going to do something I haven't done in, uh, ever.

I'm going to sit and listen to the radio.

No, not that bullshit 98.1 FM bullshit No Song You Haven't Heard Yesterday And Forevermorebestofthe80s90'sandtodayareyougettingtiredofthesame15songsyetordoyouonlyplaytheradiotocoverupyourowndesperatesilenceyouawfulperson.

I'm going to listen to Pete Tong's Essential Mix on BBC Radio 1 and he is going to instruct me on what people want to listen to.

My end goal for this project is an hour, maybe two or three, of solid transitioning and crossfading beatmatching etcetc dance music, hand selected by me.

You there. Arcadian. Give me your electrohouse. Give me your big beat dubstep wobblebass.
Give me, as Lily Allen put it, "any kind of like, sort of punk-y electronica kind of grime, kind of like new-wave grime, kind of maybe like more broken beats, like kind of dubby broken beats but a little bit kind of soulful? like kind of drumandbass-y, but kind of more broken drumandbass-y, like a kind of broken beats break beat kind of broken drum bass kind of..."

Edit: Oh you know I can't stay mad at you, internet.


MARK RONSON ILOVEYOOOOOU


Biggie, you're okay too.