The brilliant, gloriously fun new Lady Gaga album, Artpop, is a magnificent, brain-mangling opus so infernally catchy, that when I am not dancing like a dervish around the kitchen or up and down the stairs, my head is so gloriously full to the bursting with hooks, synth bursts and choruses that I can’t even think straight let alone sit down and write about perfume
I live for the accord, accord
I live for the accord, chord chord
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I know you do too.
I just posted a music post and that Bonkers Vanessa is about to.
I think Gaga’s makeup is very clever. A Pop Art painting.
It is blasting in my face as we speak.
AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I quite like that Britney song you posted, but like Gaga’s character in the upcoming Machete Kills, she simply leaves Spears bleeding in the dust
dance music is perfect for manic/a.d.d. moments, can bring them on too! – currently I’m running about busting moves to this funktastic mix http://m.soundcloud.com/jd-samson/your-disco-dick-is-sucking-my
hilarious!
and I’m as deliciously scatty as you describe yourself… and I just spilled vintage 22 parfum…
Thank god I am not alone.
I am literally pusssessed though: the songs are running continuously through one’s cerebella. I need someone to scoop out my brain, and dip it in sorbet of yuzu
Ps. Thanks for the mix
heeheehee enjoy 🙂