92 triangles.
Shootin’ for a spark.
Line from one of my favorite films.
When I can’t sleep, I just remember that we’re floating through space. Its reassuring.
Ladies and Gentlemen by Spiritualized.
Parisa’s profound ramblings, as I recall them.
He sounded terrible, but sure is one hell of a thing to have inscribed on your tombstone.
In the Aeroplane Over the Sea by Neutral Milk Hotel.