the kicking horse of scope creep

What you called “trumped-up” was really no more than the separation of positive and negative.

Saint Etienne – Only Love Can Break Your Heart

“I’m not much for the outdoors,” I said. “There are bugs there.”

Pens – High in the Cinema

The raft was bound with telephone cords (the spirally kind). We knew we wouldn’t get far, but anywhere was far enough.

The Knife – We Share Our Mother’s Health

The clouds broke. Light shone through. A pair of heavenly beings failed to descend. What trailed was just a bunch of damp leaves.

Factums – Don Quixote

I spent the afternoon hanging out with an elderly Dolores Haze. Nothing hinky happened. We listened to records.

Inside Riot – Dance With Me