dance 'round the room to accordion keys.

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feeling cranky

listening neutral milk hotel, two-headed boy

two-headed boy
all floating in glass
the sun it has passed
now it's blacker than black
I can hear as you tap on your jar
--
I am listening to hear where you are
I am listening to hear where you are
--
two-headed boy
put on Sunday shoes
and dance 'round the room to accordion keys
with the needle that sings in your heart
--
catching signals that sound in the dark
catching signals that sound in the dark
--
we will take off our clothes
and they'll be lacing fingers
through the notches in your spine
and when all is breaking
everything that you could keep inside
now your eyes ain't moving
now they just lay there in their climb
--
two-headed boy
with pulleys and weights
creating a radio played just for two
in the parlor with a moon across her face
--
and through the music he sweetly displays
silver speakers that sparkle all day
made for his lover who's floating
and choking with her hands across her face
--
and in the dark we will take off our clothes
and they'll be lacing fingers
through the notches in your spine and when all is breaking
everything that you could keep inside
now your eyes ain't moving now
they just lay there in their climb
--
two-headed boy
there is no reason to grieve
the world that you need is
wrapped in gold silver sleeves
left beneath Christmas trees in the snow
--
and I will take you and leave you alone
watching spirals of white softly flow
over your eyelids and all you did
will wait until the point when you let go

MI ANNOIO MI ANNOIO MI ANNOIO, non voglio studiare, non voglio leggere, non voglio scrivere, stasera non voglio uscire, non voglio parlare con nessuno e odio l'universo. Ormoni di merda, perché fino a mezz'ora fa ero perfettamente soddisfatta, oggi è andata bene, però porca puttana.

Sto ascoltano i nmh che neppure mi piacciono, sto battibeccando a continua ripresa con Claudia e non vedo via d'usciiiiita. Ho fatto un giro su ontd perché da una vita non l'aprivo e ho appreso un po', ho permesso alle persone di spettegolare finché sono riuscita a sopportarlo -- ma porca miseria, se si può vivere così.

Non ce la faccio più, giuro sul cristo morto.

In a pivotal -- and sure to be talked-about -- scene that finds Bond tied to a chair by Javier Bardem's flamboyant villain character, there is a wink-wink, arched-eyebrow exchange between the two, in which Bardem slowly unbuttons Craig's shirt and the famously libidinous agent smiles as he hints at maybe having had previous experience in same-sex carnal relations. It would seem a first for 007, but Logan doesn't think it's much of a stretch. 

"Some people claim it’s because I’m, in fact, gay but not true at all," Logan told The Hollywood Reporter at the NYC premiere of the film, thrown by Tribeca Film Institute. "Sam and I were discussing, there were so many scenes where Bond goes mano-a-mano with the villain, whether it’s Dr. No or Goldfinger or whatever, and there’s been so many ways to do a cat-and-mouse and intimidate Bond, and we thought, what would truly make the audience uncomfortable is sexual intimidation; playing the sort of homoerotic card that is sort of always there subtextually with characters like Scaramanga in Man With the Golden Gun or Dr. No. So we just decided that we should play the card and enjoy it."


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AHAHAHAHA ALLORA VEDI CHE NON SIAMO IO E L'ADO LE ZIE STRANE CHE VEDI SOLO A NATALE E ACCUSANO CHIUNQUE DI OMOSESSUALITA'.