so even reading "life is a rollercoaster, just gotta ride it" gives me such a proustian rush of sensory memory of that restaurant I can hardly explain it to you. the thick tablecloths. the metalic scrapesounds of the rotating condiment carousel. the blue lighting, like the underside of racerlads' cars going up and down the seafront of a summer evening. the years, all of the years ahead, blank pages at the time and now written out
( vladimir, Thu 3 Apr 2025, 21:57, archived)

I know exactly what you mean here
It's incredible how certain pieces of music, aromas, tastes or even, as you say here, mere words on a screen can instantly transport you to a moment or time in your past like a lightning bolt. Quite extraordinary, almost like time travel.
( Queef Smegwin U r a 🔔🔚, Thu 3 Apr 2025, 22:10, archived)

That's why Kenny Everett's 'Snot Rap' is such a powerful work, to me.
Somehow the B side, recorded under the nom de plume 'Gizzard Puke' holds no such allure.
( Queef Smegwin U r a 🔔🔚, Thu 3 Apr 2025, 22:13, archived)

pfffft

( vladimir, Thu 3 Apr 2025, 23:05, archived)

+ Time to die.

(The Porcupine From Purgatory we of all lost both have them, Fri 4 Apr 2025, 6:01, archived)