I'm kind of glad no one reads my blog thus far. There's so much I'd vent about aside from this BS if I felt truly anonymous... guess I could change my blog title.
Spring has sprung. Aside from talking and reading aloud to myself and leaving a couple of voice mails, I haven't spoken to anyone--who else is this lucky? I mean I haven't heard another human voice in 144 hours and counting. I'm used to it and it happens a lot, but coinciding with my silence is a tremendous resurgence of my adolescent angst. I suppose the state of the world today contributes to my angst; that, and my endless days staring at the words trying to come out of my fingers on to the page. More importantly, I've been plaguing my already tainted and dismal thoughts with a wonderful new Spotify playlist with all my favorite darkish stuff: Bauhouse, the Cure, Depeche Mode, New Order, Marilyn Manson, NIN, Siouxsie & the Banshees, Sisters of Mercy, Muse, Joy Division, etc. The one song that won't leave my head, well the Bauhaus in general (and so typical of that band, really), is the title listed in this post title: "International Bulletproof Talent." I keep listening to it, over and over. I suppose I'm trying to encourage myself that I'm bullet proof, although I'm still feeling a little shot down. But this is one of those songs that could maybe... maybe... have any words for lyrics, but there's something really intriguing about them, haha.
21st century boy
No fall out boy
No hallucination
Generation
Just International Bulletproof Talent
Groove riders
Join the underground
Groove riders
With the underground
Just International Bulletproof Talent
Free the bass man
With industrial strength twelve thumpers
The culture of prolific head
Communication with spirit man
Communication with the spirit man
Just International Bulletproof Talent
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