eat my bassline

Yum-yum, nom-nom.
Just eating this bass beat.
As a snack.

Bass.
M.

this is f*cking awesome

"I'm wearing your Grandad's clothes,
and I look incredible."

Late-night packing beats, guys and dolls.

Don't be fooled by the beginning. This is definitely a huge beat.
And also - what Alessandra has got to do with any of this, beats me.

PS
Once you've hopefully listened to the remix version which I think is better, please please read this.
Brillliannttttt!
http://www.gq.com/entertainment/tv/blogs/the-stream/2012/10/the-macklemore-bible-of-thrift-store-shopping.html

So fine.
M.

fragile

As we forget how fragile we are.

Happiness, eh?

Showering and Radio Tallinn which is the best jazz station I think I've ever heard/found.
(It's currently giving me some very relaxed beats, sung in Swedish.)
And letting yourself dry off.
Just stand there, and dry off.

I mean. No guilt, you know.
No guilt.
Guilt is fine, when it's necessary. But too much guilt? When there is nothing really to be guilty for?
That's the thing.

It is Saturday.
It's 5:22pm.
And it is all fine.

NOTE TO SELF:
M U S T make more videos.

It's just that kind of a day. In a pink towel.

(And what an idea. Horizontal showering.)

M.

heartbeats

Heartbeats.
HEAD HEART.
Poor, poor you.

No thing makes sense, M.