I think about a world to come where the books were found by the golden ones, written in pain, written in awe by a puzzled man who questioned, "What are we here for?" All the strangers came today and it looks as though they're here to stay.

-David Bowie "Oh! You Pretty Things"

Friday, February 26, 2010

Get Stop Ticket "Hot Cocoa"

1 comment:

  1. I got to about 1:43 before I threw up. Attempt #3 foiled.