The Undertones come on to xmms. I don't normally need music — I like to spend time listening to music, or to find something ambient for writing or to help get me into or drag me out of a specific mood, but I'm normally fine with just the whirr of the fans and the sounds of the street, filtered through the roof by my head. Not tonight. Need music. Tonight I'm either seeing vast coincidences in play, or the results of real magic. I'm leaning towards the latter simply because I don't like believing in coincidence. It's not my style.
And so... fuckit. The memeplex is forming, building. Going to help it along.
( Buildup for Strange Religion. Let me know if I missed anything.Collapse )
The story will come soon. I just need to realign my head with where I was. when I wrote it.