that moment when I'm writing a tag involving May's blood bees and Wolf Parade's "Ghost Pressure" hits that one particular line
"You said your heart was a swarm of bees"
Watching Augustine reach that conclusion and yet still fail to predict Lenore tho
Like seeing someone swing and hit that 110mph fastball, beautiful curve, totally going to be a home run, nobody's ever going to catch it —
FOUL BALL
FOUL BALL
