Repo! The Genetic Opera.
Repo! The Genetic Opera is an eye opener, sometimes literally. They have taken the musical and done things to it, things that we are still trying to get it to talk about, once the counsellors coax it down from the fireplace.
Repo! The Genetic Opera is an eye opener, sometimes literally. They have taken the musical and done things to it, things that we are still trying to get it to talk about, once the counsellors coax it down from the fireplace.
Working for others. Greasing the machine. Earning a living by slowly pissing away the one life you will ever have through mindless drudgery. Shit, isn’t it?
How the hell has a week passed so quickly? I don’t remember either being consulted, or being asked permission. It is possible that I am just not keeping track of the days as well as I should, and for someone who is quite obsessed with time, this is peculiar in itself. So were where we? [...]
An hour was spent wandering aimlessly around Dublin, observing the sights and smelling the piddle.
A week ago, a very clear message as distinct and vivid as a motorway billboard was seared into my mind as I awoke, it said; “I have to get out of this attic”.
I have had an adventure filled few days, which I will write about tomorrow becasue today I am wrecked and am spending the day on the couch reading Charlie Brooker paperbacks. In the meantime, here is the last few video offerings from Amanda Palmer, “Oasis” and “Leeds United”. She will be included in the coming [...]
You will hear about my recent silence later, it is of little interest and manifests in a puerile adolescent ramble anyway.