The old Mystic Jukebox was in full effect this morning. (Why does 'There Is No If' by The Cure keep coming up, along with near-constant Echo and the Bunnymen? WHY??!)
This came on and reminded me of my wonderful friend Neil and how much we loved this song when it came out. So much so that we got my mum to dye our hair jet black over the bathtub, took to wearing red eyeshadow and danced like this to every single song for a good month. It still sounds so good now. I don't even care if Madonna and meditation in the same post sounds hokey.
I was in need of musical sustenance this morning - Halloween looked like it had come early, via a sleepless night and a first-thing-in-the-morning train, bypassing coffee and lipstick. Then I remembered that I just need to get the fuck on with it. Do what I'm here to do and nothing more. Drink some coffee and put some fucking lipstick on. For that, Madonna is always ideal.
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