My eyes hurt its so beautiful.

Here is a documentary series by Fred & Nick for Mumford & Sons. Its probably the best documentary I've seen since the documentary on sliced bread. I love the part in India where they swap clothes.

1. Mumford & Sons.

2. My Father's band circa 1975.

When I found the first photo it reminded me of my stylin' father, centre in the caramel flares, nice.

Floating.

I'm terrified of drowning but I love lying in the bath. Sometimes I feel like I could almost go to sleep. I love the way the water makes all the sounds dull except for my heartbeat and my breathing. It almost feels like the rest of the world doesn't exist for those few minutes and everything seems to disappear. It's so calm and quiet. I wish life was like a bath.

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Vinyl dreaming.

"I was June and you were my Johnny Cash

Never one without the other, we made a pact

Sometimes when I miss you, I put those records on"

-The One That Got Away, Katy Perry.

Obstacles of being. Part Five.

What a useless waste of time and resources hair is. I wish I could cut straight, I would cut it off myself. But no, I have to go to a place and sit in a chair and be asked questions that I don't want to answer and have a comb to the eye and then charged for it. I hate hair. End rant.

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My house.

This shower should be illegal its so good.

Freshly baked bread.

Slides projected on the walls.

Jenni's rocky road.

Jenni's hugs.

Chopping the hedges.

Driving practice.

The Adventures of Tom Sawyer.

Girls at the park saying to Zee: "you're sister looks funny with that bun on top of her head".

Kisses from Mishka.

Poem suggestions from dream boys.

The first easter hunt I have ever had.

The softest bed.

This is nice.

Human voices.

Listen and learn. I love T.S. Eliot.

Here.

I wish I could speak dolphin.

Probably my new favourite show. Except of course for the episodes where they speak "cave-man".

I've lost my mojo, like Hall & Oats lost that lovin' feeling. There just isn't anything worthwhile speaking about anymore. No Spring flowers, or people riding past on push-bikes. Just the wish of Melvin and life becoming something I look forward to.