It’s an astonishing song; no shame in liking that one. And thematically, it’s close to some Smiths material.I walked into a smokey old bar after midnight last night and they played Holding Back The Years and I LIKED it. I thought to myself this is a good song. What is happening to me?
Yes, I never noticed there were benches attached to the building a local supermarket is in until I saw someone who caught my eye on one. I never noticed such lovely benches, built right into the building, before. It had never occurred to me that someone could lounge there, until someone who stood out to me did just that.
I can't believe anyone actually buys what Morrissey says that fish "scream really loudly"--yeah? Then why can't we hear them?? Hasn't it been scientifically proven that fish lack the nerve cells to feel pain?
yeah, a lot of the time i wont, but this was broad day light and i could've beaten the stuffing out of him. society is really going down the tubes, bun bun.
why, because they flop around and wheeze a bit? that might just be the machinery taking over, acting out the life instinct. it might not be so unpleasant, who can say. an observer of drowning would say that that doesnt look like a pleasant experience, and yet a sense of euphoria is said to attend deaths by drowning.I don't know if they feel pain but if you've ever watched a fish slowly suffocate and die, it doesn't look like it's a very pleasant experience
I’m incredulous at how callous you can be. My sister tried to drown me, and there was nothing euphoric about it except for her smiling face above the water. My lungs felt like they were going to burst into flame. It was excruciatingly painful. I wonder if Virginia Woolf felt that, and how she dealt with it. Resigned, to go through whatever drowning would feel like, I guess. My sister only let go of me when she felt me finally digging my nails into her ankles. Her smile fell off her face upon feeling her own pain, the stupid bitch.
