It's Summer in my room - time for a little hallucination- association brought on by titration, oh, and probably a large coca-cola. By the way, I have a Coca-cola preference: The ratio of CO2 to syrup must be just right. For me, this means heavy on the syrup. If made properly, you should feel that first sip out the back of your neck and down your spine. If made incorrectly, the experience is similar to that of ingesting a spicy balloon. Sugar, shiver and spine - better than the spicy balloon.
Anyway, I'm listening to this Papercuts record and it's having the same effect that Galaxie 500 usually has on me - sort of convincing me it's summer at night, summer in my house, summer in my room. So much so, that I saw this portrait of Gudrun Ensslin and thought: 'Summer!' And it's inspiring embarrassing feelings of wistfulness and overly sentimental writing. The severe grating noise my car brakes are making has become dear. Time has become slow and globular. I imagine my arms stretching out like taffy and traveling of their own accord. My eyelashes fall out and gather like old leaves. See? I told you it was embarrassing. Oh, I know, this must be the same spot in my brain that's triggered by puppies and marzipan and that Debbie Reynolds song 'Tammy.' And the Baader-Meinhof gang, apparently.