Capture my attention. Captivate my senses, but senses grow senseless. So excite me. Where are the electrifying beings? Full of life and arousing tales? This is the pattern it seems. With time, charm is no longer enticing... Faded. They all fade. Like a fake n’ bake tan at your neighbourhood tanning spa. Not because they have changed. But because all of the fascinating elements of their personality have already been explored. Where do the long-term interesting people in this world reside? Is there a cave, or a hut, or a remote island that has a magnetic force so powerful that all of them have been grasped away? The others. I’m looking for a mental block party with a guest set by Matthew Herbert and an opening speech by Oscar Wilde. Read a book you boring fuck.
