LOVE IS OVER
From here. With some background here.
Just another amusing ‘find’.
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Extracted by ankakay on 17 Mar 2007 at the ridiculous hour of 7:56 am under the aegis of: video, kitty, cats, images, pics, why is anything anything, art in content hmm, therapy in humour, therapy in humor, the funny
From here. With some background here.
Just another amusing ‘find’.
Extracted by ankakay on 17 Mar 2007 at the ridiculous hour of 2:11 am under the aegis of: video, contemplation, discovery, outrospection, sleep-deprivation, music, artist, poetry theirs, obsessive compulsive, epiphany of sorts, rehash and smash, awesome, beauty, art, all the postFAVES, happy happy, art in form, shock and awe, makes everything better, and how, quality by design, humbled, Grace, inspiration, art in content AND form, shout-out, hope for the internet, state of the nation, muse, Earth angels, CO agrees, learning OH NOES, not so fickle fodder, men in awesomeness, quickie, male genius, male vocalists, genius, brilliant, hope for humankind, discovery whoring, muse-worthy men, vocal band, musical genius, vocal genius, therapy in music, music therapy, muse-ic, moozik alert
No instruments, save their voices (/bodies). NOT A ONE. Behold, the video:
And an impromptu subway serenade caught on video in France (this is the first I saw of them, thanks to Ryan over at qumbler.com’s post here):
As well as this enchanting rendition on SWR3 LateNight, with a great interview afterwards. The […]
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I’m afraid so am I!
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I go by the aliases Recidiscursive and Ankakay, and I’m a twenty-something dudette suffering my dexterous drivelling to facilitate the greater unknown of sanity and self-recovery. My writing ‘drugs’ of choice are poetry, Frantic Napkin poetry, short prose fiction (some may show up here) and … this blog!
The wheels are spinning, destination is unknown (for this blog, as it is for life in general). But pixel-by-pixel and with enough curiosity to decimate a legion of inculpable “im in ur” what-have-you kitties, I live, learn, drivel, and then (hopefully) lather, rinse - repeat.
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Lost in the Music. . .
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