You can't wait for inspiration. You have to go after it with a club.
- Jack London
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okay, so, Paolo Nutini
I know, seriously.
A person like me should not normally fall so easily for things like this, and I even posted a video in my blog - for everyone to see.
- Hardly very original, first off, he isn't original! But his looks are like an exotic and younger blend of Mick Jagger and Richard Ashcroft, the genre somehow uncignificant, all blended with something I am not quite able to place. The music is completely monotone, his voice though creative - bothers me in the long run.
Though of course he is still suitably anemic and tall, looks like he has not had a moment rest for at least five weeks, all topped with a f-a-n-t-a-s-t-i-c dark (mind you) hairdo. The lyrics are easy to remember, but not even near quality songs like those of ... Arctic Monkeys for example, which in my opinion is top-class poetry and also has strong relevance with an actual growth in the moderness of this century's music industry! Paolo Nutini's Lyrics has inspired the writer of this blog which by the way has a fantastic layout!
He will survive for a while on those good looks, and I wish him luck and that he doesn't flop. Perhaps there's a chance he might manage it - even though he's from Scotland.
A person like me should not normally fall so easily for things like this, and I even posted a video in my blog - for everyone to see.
- Hardly very original, first off, he isn't original! But his looks are like an exotic and younger blend of Mick Jagger and Richard Ashcroft, the genre somehow uncignificant, all blended with something I am not quite able to place. The music is completely monotone, his voice though creative - bothers me in the long run.
Though of course he is still suitably anemic and tall, looks like he has not had a moment rest for at least five weeks, all topped with a f-a-n-t-a-s-t-i-c dark (mind you) hairdo. The lyrics are easy to remember, but not even near quality songs like those of ... Arctic Monkeys for example, which in my opinion is top-class poetry and also has strong relevance with an actual growth in the moderness of this century's music industry! Paolo Nutini's Lyrics has inspired the writer of this blog which by the way has a fantastic layout!
He will survive for a while on those good looks, and I wish him luck and that he doesn't flop. Perhaps there's a chance he might manage it - even though he's from Scotland.
Paolo Nutini - New Shoes
I absolutely adore shoes, and this person happens to not be as bad either!
<3 /persnickety
whop!
Coming up under the scope of writing literature is the matter of modernizing hell and heaven as the human race continue to evolve, and I promise - there will be escalators and wireless internet.
Not getting completely rid of old habits, not completely giving in to the modern way - how is the ordinary day at the office when working at cloud #9?
And what on earth happens when the dreaded report comes in, and suddenly there has to be changes?
Plastic clouds and fake blood in replacement for the real thing, nylon stockings doing the job for chains, and plastic bags for wings. Who will step up to whip order into after-life as we know it?
Will you?
Find out and read on, work in progress ;)
Tora © 2007
P.S
This is my favourite bit:
-"Cardboard stalactites? How does that even save money? It probably cost more to have the real ones removed! What's the use of stalactites made of stiff paper? - And what in the flying fluttering flop did they do to the real ones?" Marcus said, having read over Elliot's shoulder, now yelling partially out the window of the office.
-"I believe you will find that your matress has been replaced" Elliot replied, sounding pessimistic. There was a small grunt as Marcus continued to read, and the next line only infuriated him further.
-"The Steps of Pain Equal to Nine Million Rounds Through IKEA™ is being replaced by an escalator?! What will become of this place?! It is a hell for shirt-lifters n' old ladies! That's what it is! Next you know it they will make the coffee machine make exclusively de-caf! Who do they think they are?!" Outraged, Marcus stretched out for a cigar - but before his eyes the decorative Cuban box became a little tin of B-Vitamins. His ears emitted little dots of annoyed smoke.
Not getting completely rid of old habits, not completely giving in to the modern way - how is the ordinary day at the office when working at cloud #9?
And what on earth happens when the dreaded report comes in, and suddenly there has to be changes?
Plastic clouds and fake blood in replacement for the real thing, nylon stockings doing the job for chains, and plastic bags for wings. Who will step up to whip order into after-life as we know it?
Will you?
Find out and read on, work in progress ;)
Tora © 2007
P.S
This is my favourite bit:
-"Cardboard stalactites? How does that even save money? It probably cost more to have the real ones removed! What's the use of stalactites made of stiff paper? - And what in the flying fluttering flop did they do to the real ones?" Marcus said, having read over Elliot's shoulder, now yelling partially out the window of the office.
-"I believe you will find that your matress has been replaced" Elliot replied, sounding pessimistic. There was a small grunt as Marcus continued to read, and the next line only infuriated him further.
-"The Steps of Pain Equal to Nine Million Rounds Through IKEA™ is being replaced by an escalator?! What will become of this place?! It is a hell for shirt-lifters n' old ladies! That's what it is! Next you know it they will make the coffee machine make exclusively de-caf! Who do they think they are?!" Outraged, Marcus stretched out for a cigar - but before his eyes the decorative Cuban box became a little tin of B-Vitamins. His ears emitted little dots of annoyed smoke.
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