However, I’m currently floating on a pea green boat with an owl and I have a secret honey-addiction that has previously compelled me to murder and I don’t want to tell her. Well, not yet anyway. It’d spoil the surprise.
At some point music-related things may happen here. Until they do, here’s what I like:
And I always end up walking home late at night under neon lights. Which is where I met the owl.
So yeah. Things to happen when we hit shore. Or to have happened.