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Heylo,
If you are expecting to read about my deep philosophical opinions on poetry, Ionesco and Sartre, and talk about important films or whatever, you can be assured that this is not the place to be.
It is highly possible, however, that I will mention things like my disappointment in Venetian art and apprehension about Mannerism, blue book essays on Camus, research on court life under Charles I, celebrated biology teacher and femme fatale Celeste Payne, hipster spotting at the MFA, and the fact that I am a crazy Anglophile with a deep appreciation for things from the 80's and 90's and gingers. But! it's only because I actually manage to weave these things quite easily into conversation.
I hope you can join me in this little experiment of life.
You know what I'm talkin bout.

Finally, if you woke up this morning wishing for an acid trip, but was sorely disappointed, I bring you a crazyass video, in which, I believe the lead singer is called Steve Strange. Too good. If I ever start a band, I would definitely go the Sex Pistols route and make up my name (I'm leaning towards Bunches McGinty... it's got a ring to it, like Sid Vicious).
I am actually shocked that I've never heard of Visage before when they are clearly carbon copies of Boy George but with less Raggedy Andy hair and more drugs and male prostitutes. This is the kind of shit even I could put together with Samwell, his flamboyant backup singers, bedsheets, and my mother's make-up. Sounds sexy, if not disturbing. You're welcome.