When did it start you question.
This song. With the simpsonized version of Lady Gaga. It's been stuck in my head for quite a while. Lovely song really. With a focus on the individual and the principle of inner beauty.
It's a truly touching song. Because in a way; I've been that person that her song is talking about. I've the voice that is lost and never was found; the flower that was trampled on and only recently bloomed. And that's in part why I feel so engaged in her music. Lots of music these days don't make sense. And I'm not going to defend every one of LG's songs because I don't like every one of them. However the handful that I do enjoy. The beats; rhythm, emotional depth of the lines. All in all they fit who I am as a person as well as what I feel deep inside.
So yeah this blog post went on a completely different direction than I had originally intended. For you see with the opening, I was instead contemplating zombies. I don't particularly like zombies. They exist in one reality or dream or another. And in each one in which my persona is forced to interact with them, I do so quite uncomfortably.
I want to know why I have such a fascination with them. Zombies. The living dead; the not truly living; those caught between the rifts of one world and the next. These concepts keep swirling in my mind. I suspect that sooner or later I will actually decide upon writing that all inclusive paper on the subject.
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