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I want your rough house baby
I want this right in your ear
You let me feel your danger
I let you make this feeling clear here
I want the touch of your charms
The heat of your breath
I wanna say all those things that would be better unsaid
-NIN, Physical

Happy NEW YEAR All! I seem to have lost my zeal to describe in detail my trip to NYC last week, but let me just sum it up in this picture:

Youll be seeing this a lot? What? A man impaled on a shovel? Footless zombies with shrunken heads? The result of a genetic mutation where construction workers grow giant spades on their hands??? Who exactly was paid government money to design this graphic for the subway anyhow???!???!

BTW, it took about 15 minutes for my SG page to load; WTF????!!!! And so, one last lyrical message before my page completely crashes...

He searched for those wings that he knew
that this angel should have at her back,
And although he can't find them he really don't mind
because he knows they'll grow back;
And he reached for that halo that he knows
that she had when she first caught his eye
Although his hand came back empty
he's really not worried
'cause he knows it still shines;

I search all the time on the ground for our shadows cast side by side
Just to remind me that I haven't gone crazy
That you exist and are mine
And I know that your skin is as warm and as real
as that smile in your eyes
But I have to keep touching and smelling
and tasting for fear it's all lies

I can't promise that I'll grow those wings
or keep this tarnished halo shined
but I'll never betray your trust
-Cowboy Junkies, Angel Mine