Tuesday, 11 May 2010
Picture caption: "Look at the mess you've made!"
Yes, it is time to cry, despair, cash the pennies for the rainy day, repent your sins, watch the unfolding of the redressing of class power structures and throw up. I have done the last on that list. My tummy couldn't take the news. Throwing myself around the room and furniture. Writhing about on the floor. Postulating. Shouting. Conjecture and imaginings.
Sexual intercourse. I propose that fucking is the best way to proceed. Lose yourself in someone else. Exploit someone else to achieve ecstasy.
And do it do Death From Above 1979. It is amazing. That song.. Make Love And Listen To... bollocks.. it's a cliche for a reason, my friends.
Here is the sexiest. Hand picked not for love-making. For fucking. And to forget that we are politically fucked.
Death From Above 1979 - Pull Out [via YouSendIt for 7 days]