Saturday. 2.14.09 11:15 pm
I really like this new kid I've found. He's a swedish artist, Lasse Lindh, and is really talented. His lyrical style is interesting, simple and death cabesque... He's interesting. Here's some samples of a couple songs...
"You've lost your texture lately, your skin feels nothing to me"
"When a man sees a woman he knows exactly what to do"
I can really understand the idea of describing a person's texture. Not just their skin, in the way he sees it. He's referring to the feel of a person, in bed, touch wise, the nerve sensations. But each and every person is their own texture. A texture unique of their own. A texture laced with scent that leaves a motif on another's life. Every texture, rough, soft, and everything in between, is created, molded, and artistically sought by another. We are often children of our upbringings, our environments, our brushings against one another. It's inextricable, it's life. As independent as we like to claim we all are, we really are sociable dependent creatures. We feed amongst one another. We feed on the reactions outside of our internal homeostasis, we breed to feed.
more thoughts on this later. hunger calls and I'm a bit tired.
just rantings of a slightly deranged but really sanely insane child.
aren't we all?
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