Oh! It's a plastic passion.

Smoke surrounds your perfect face and I'm falling, pushing a broom out into a space; and this where I find a way. The stadium arcadium, a mirror to the moon. Well, I'm forming and I'm warming; state of the art, until the clouds come crashing. Stranger things have happened, both before and after noon; Well, I'm forming and I'm warming, pushin' myself and no, I don't mind asking now. Alone inside my forest room and it's storming, I never thought I'd be in bloom; but this is where I start. Derelict days and the stereo plays for the all night crowd, that it cannot phase and I'm calling. Tedious weeds that the media breeds, but the animal gets what the animal needs, and I'm sorry.

2 talk way too much:

Luu dijo...

"...Stranger things have happened, both before and after noon"
Jaja me hizo acordar a la de Panic! XD Nine in the afternoon :P muy buena jeje

Un besito :)
Gracias por darte una vueltita por mi flog ^__^

What Katy Did dijo...

Love your blog, cheers for the comment, you like some great music... luv Katy xx