Thanks for the shouts! Shadows Collide With People is definitely one of the best albums I've heard. It's so dense and has so much going on - feels like I'm still not quite familiar with it despite it being one of my most played albums. Ricky is definitely one of the highlights!

https://telegraph.co.uk/news/2023/08/20/fat-bottomed-girls-dropped-queen-greatest-hits-young-audien/ Don't worry: they're coming for Your thing next. whatever that may be. #DEI

Your pic is the coolest thing around.

Great taste! I saw your long shout on Bowie's "Breaking Glass"!

sorry i've been out-of-touch, here. i wish you all well. please, remain in contact with me. let us discuss... something. anything. whatever is on your mind! “https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8WF_UqHQpx0”

kick out the peanut butter and jams, muthafuckers!

but now u must wake..and get real...yes?:)-~

i want to sleep-up, in the city that never wakes.

“I cut myself. I said "so what?". I motherfuckin' took the pain.” ~ Jane's Addiction / Ain't no Right

sweet man .... your truth comes tru loud and clear..)..so happy to hear from you...really..

unto to the flesh, the breath awakens seeps deep into your soul as night falls dreams creep things unseen seem more real established controversy crowds and memories won't wait this time you think it's true and you make the choice to follow but until the last breath is taken you will only fall endlessly into the abyss of thought until a new life begins...

Soon as these hallucinations let up a bit (e.g. how could I write a text on a parchment which appears to be covered in hair, and-- in fact, i believe-- they're all taunting me; those little green wheels are following me, man. I tell no lies. They're laughing at me. But, only at first. As in the past, I sit under my desk strumming some Bowie (Starman, perhaps befitting?), and I do the ol' sidelong scope out the room for what patrons-- at that moment; the veritable final tone of whatever song the bar manager insists upon its performance, for-- after all-- “The young women like that stuff, man. And you know, the more young women i have in my bar, the better grade of fuel i might spill on the ground, next time i fill up the Escalade [no that guy was a dick. he drove a Lincoln. RANGE-ROVER, people. WTF? It's true. Here i sit, musing presently over the loss of my own mind, I reflect-- I suppose I did expect to find something like truth peering back. I know I'm the only human in this room.

I didn't sleep well last night so this morning I made my coffee with Red Bull instead of water. I got half way to work before I realized I forgot my car.

What the hell is that! oh my god it's moving..moving as I move, shit..oh wait, it's my foot. I hate feet sometimes, other times I am just apathetic about them.

yes! in fact I added you solely on the basis of the wonderful comment on the Psi Com page...that record has become my favorite, it is absolutely sublime and its obscurity even in the face of Perry's fame baffles me...as for me, I'll wear it thin and back again!

In my next life I want to live my life backwards. You start out dead and get that out of the way. Then you wake up in an old people’s home feeling better every day. You get kicked out for being too healthy, go collect your pension, and then when you start work, you get a gold watch and a party on your first day. You work for 40 years until you’re young enough to enjoy your retirement. You party, maybe experiment with some finer things in life, and are generally promiscuous, then you are ready for high school. You then go to primary school, you become a kid, you play. You have no responsibilities, you become a baby until you are born. And then you spend your last 9 months floating in luxurious spa-like conditions with central heating and room service on tap, larger quarters every day and then Voila! You finish off as an orgasm!

remember when lastfm had no adds???? it sucks now

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huh, I know rather small bunch of people and even in that group not everyone knows in which sites I have accounts ;)

I have a high school re-union coming up. I hear beer is a diuretic hopefully if I drink enough I will lose some water weight. File this under, Convenient Excuses Dept.

remember those kids who brought the 64 count crayon box to the 1st grade??? I mean who did they think they were anyway???? keep your salmon and burgundy away from me!!!

And later on Dr. Phil, The Mercy Angel says "I quit! Nobody ever invites me over for a good time".

Mercy Angel: No

mercy angel, come and take me away.

per the Cars recommendation, and my fascination for the foresight some artists seemed to profess: i aspire-- even if only presently-- toward “Moving in Stereo”

Last time we heard from our friend PSU he was chain smoking Camels. Let that be a lesson to you kids out there! Camels smell bad and they really don't appreciate being lit on fire. And if you are not a kid, then back off because we have pepper spray!

chain-smokin' Camel®'s. Fuck. Fucking funk.

Inspired by this band [search “Nathaniel's Fallout”, here at last.fm]; the prose at the URL, below: one of those things which just wrote itself. They are those which I most adore, for I can not explain what, where, why, whose ’fore it came to be, but, alas, here it be: http://whatsonyourbrain.com/2013/05/20/the-cinnamon-madgyk-furries-meet-the-pennsnow-sylvanish-meshbrooms/ Please, do enjoy. It is my delight. I hope it may be yours, however small the affect, let it be.

So I was shaking this banana I had, and it said " Listen to the Bay City Rollers!!" So I of course crushed it and listened to Bowie instead. Stupid nana

Thanks for you kind words ;) My new avatar is part of my school project ( tattoo shop posters ;D) ;D

If at first you don’t succeed, skydiving is not for you!

I wrote some good songs: http://t.co/gTmGWWHR7S or www.cdbaby.com/cd/camerasoul

hey..too good..

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..grasp and reach for a leg of hope--i think he said "hope" ( -: <<<dumb stupid supposed smilley face

I haven't been taking it all that seriously. My reasoning is that if I would not have used the random number generators or random page selectors, I would not have come into contact with the random page and therefore would not have come into contact with you....It may be contrived and it may not be perfectly random but I'm just seeking to come across things I would not have come across if I was completely directing my music seeking without the assistance of generators.

You'll have a collapse, and you'll ask yourself: “where is my mind?”:: way out, in the water. see it swimmin’

I forgot we stuffed the turkey with Prozac for a stress free thanksgiving, now I'm going through withdrawals...

It's part of a project.... If I add you it's because you have over 1,000 artists and you were a "top listener" on a song I was listening to. If that is the case, I need you to add to my pool of influences as part of my LifeOnRandom project.

Disgruntled disgrace don't sing me amazing grace can't you feel the fakeness overwhelms me? I've walked in your shoes, I've discovered your blues your beams constructed just to hold your bruising ego. The staleness of breath and my constant regret of remembering the forgotten truth which surrounds you. Darkened dreams won't gleam they won't fascinate me the colors all fade away into emptied unspoken glory. Truth becomes shrouded in a pit of unfelt shame and feelings start to take over.

Immerse me and my pain, immerse my soul as it wanes for I cannot take these deep breaths today. As startled becomes my significant starting gun the explosion wraps my mind into a frenzy. To think is to die it's the enemy of my mind and my craziness emerges as ugly. As ugly as dreams depicting deceiving demons and drowning out all truth or sanity. Sometimes life seems hopeless, sometimes blinks endless, sometimes we're too full of fear to unwind. But somewhere in the despair, somewhere you care, somewhere you want it to be shown. That you're still you, the you that you knew and knowing this starts your battle....

Ah... such consistent, inability to comprehend text, amongst we alleged :inhales,thinking: who got-clean-so-to-speak, i guess it's all you can reall say, or do. In a dream, a woman on a dock, sitting on her motorcycle while others left. I was watching her acquire bits and pieces, such as an open-end wrench {seemed large for a bike which itself looked to be little more than 600cc's, pliers or some such) and, why would she want to meet us, all the way out there on such a random way. /fantasy-to-reality/ then i hear this dog panting, and, after anoth something hit my eye, like a june-july-august bug, which requires a lazy annunciation. shoot stuff w/ paint-ball pistols, protected each with body armor, but it was stull fun. You've got to go with grain, sometimes. The grain of the broadcast. From the media device. Video, typically more obvious, however not always. Sometimes, your house will chase you around too, you get it too pissed off.

I told Gerry Shandling he reminds me of Butthole Surfers. check this out: https://twitter.com/GarryShandling/status/261518867220799488

Just in case, i put a new pic of sona up (you have to type last.fm/music/sona+[US]/ for the band name node. it's stupid. whatever) that is %5bUS%5c, some hex-encoding... i forget.. for the URL. Happy Pharamaceutical Day, boys and girls. What did Slanta bring for you? hee hee. and your stockings, hung by the bubbler, with care?

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Yes, I am Australian. For a second there I had the "Insane-Asylum" thoughts but quickly realisation dawned upon me. I've only had that Ian Hunter record for a short while after getting heavily into Mott The Hoople over the last year or so. Pleased to "meet" you also....

And it’s here I see pictures and my madness is clear And there’s no longer logic so therefore no fear And I’m almost dead with uncontrollable light Sometimes when I’ve written a song - it’s alright...

“I took off my shoes, and my feet they took root: i've got Bali in my eyes. … What a day it's gonna be, I think. It looks good already. So hold me fast, before all the dogs start knockin'.” -- P/F, PFP, Bali Eyes

“Don't the best of them bleed it out… while the rest of ’em peter-out? There goes my Hero…”

Yeah...!!! Gary Numan ....unforgettable mind... Just like him.... "I believe in the Power of Good.  I Believe in the State of Love.  I Will Fight For the Right to be Right.  I Will Kill for the Good of the Fight for the  Right to be Right."  And I open my eyes to look around,  And I see a child laid slain on the ground.  As a love machine lumbers through  Desolation rows,  Ploughing down man, woman, listening to  Its command.  But not hearing anymore -  Not hearing anymore,  Just the shrieks from the old rich.  And I Want to Believe  In the madness that calls 'Now',  And I want to Believe  that a light's shining through  Somehow.  ...And I Want to Believe ..... And You Want to Believe  And We Want to Believe  ....And We Want to Live  ......Oh, We Want to Live  ....We Want to Live  We Want to Live ....Live.....Live....:-)) http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=24mismgrPUg