С не очень давних пор
the substance version of "temptation" is a paradox of weightlessness and panic, a warm and loving headrush, a starlit rattle of the nerves, a sugershocked tightening of the stomach, a lungful of cold fresh air, a month of wasted weekends, a friend at the bar, a hug mid-hangover, a dance with a well-dressed stranger, an ecstatic homeward stumble, a shot of limbs and eyes and lights, a perfectly pitched record of the senseless, wasted ecstasies upon which we may as well spend our lives
@темы:
new order,
100 day song challenge