Wisdom teeth & covers of The Cure.

Don't say what you mean
You might spoil your face
If you walk in the crowd
You won't leave any trace
It's always the same
You're jumping someone else's train.

Riding on public transport is therapeutic for me: I took the city-cat, a shoddy old ferry and a bus today. I see things in a very atmospheric way- maybe it's my mind or my waning eye-sight, but the world to me always looks like a burning fish-eye photograph or a starkly-lit stage-show.

People actually are monsters! I see their insides like w-rays sometimes, with fur on their faces and their eyes-alight. It's almost always business men who I see in this manner- maybe that says something about my perceptions of capitalism.

I failed to mention that I adored "Daybreakers"; I really appreciated the comparison of capitalism and cannibalism. It was truly ingenious the way in which a new-necessity (blood) was sold in conjunction with a modern-addiction (caffeine). But which was the actual addiction? It seems to me as if there was also a metaphor contained within the movie about the need for self-preservation and anorexic-decadence in the twenty-first century.
But maybe I just liked it because it had a Placebo song in it, was excessively and hilariously gory and had Willam Dafoe with a cross-bow in it.