Monday, May 30, 2011
Moving is hard. The most amazing part is how much trash seems to have accumulated in the house that I was completely unaware of. Like bags and bags of trash. I feel like some sort of trash monster, lurking in my cave dusty of trash...
I am also exhausted. You know what goes great with exhausted? Mother fuckin' Kinski, that's what. Nothing is better at distracting my weary, trash filled mind than some K-ski. This is their second album. It's chiming, fuzzy guitars and never-ending rhythms can cure any ailment. I am a doctor of science.
I am gonna hang out with Kinski alone now... Goodnight.