Saturday, 29 October 2011

WHAT IS THIS.

It has been drawn to my attention that recently my blog entries have been resembling those of a lunatic. And I'm sure that they do seeing as all that I've written about lately is my opinion upon current affairs, and current affairs doesn't really bring out the best in me. I don't really consider myself qualified to give an opinion on the political situation, as I don't know what's going on half the time, though I do consider my theory upon Gaddafi's lifestyle up until the end to be somewhat inspired.

I think that for now I'm going to settle for tedium. Like some things that have made me really smile this week. And the worrying fact that I have now developed an obsession for Sting and Gaddafi, which I guess is what you get for having too much free time on your hands. When I saw someone dressed as the man, the legend himself at a Halloween party yesterday, I nearly cried and instantly wished to befriend the impersonator. Instead, I took a picture. Of course, with Colonel Gaddafi, his heart and soul and body and spirit may have died, but he shall forever be remembered as the true leading fashion icon of Libya.

And Sting, oh dear Sting! Your sweet dulcet tones have run circles round my head this week with endless renditions of "Roxanne" and "Don't Stand So Close To Me" with a "Message in a Bottle" thrown in for good measure. Why is your voice so good? And your songs so catchy? Why are you so amazing, what is this "je ne sais quoi" that obviously nobody can put their finger on, otherwise it wouldn't be called that, would it? Maybe the best way is to not go searching for answers to these questions as the answers could ruin the whole magic of the beast and break Sting's spell, and all we would be able to do then would be to mourn the fact that we'd looked so hard at something so beautiful that it couldn't be looked at the same way again...

:'(
Put out your red light.

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