The Wall

So I downloaded both discs of Pink Floyd's The Wall yesterday, just cause. I wanted to have a listen to the songs again, see if I remembered them.
See, I say that cause the one time I watched the movie The Wall it was with Justin and Nathan and we were on mushrooms, so the movie was a little bit intense. We made it to about, say, Run like Hell or Waiting for the Worms, before I couldn't handle it anymore. Everyone tells me I should consider myself lucky I left the room before The Trial. I kinda wanted to see how it ended, but, whatever. I mean, for an album which is 26 songs, 1.3 hours, that movie sure seems a lot longer when you're on mind expanding, hallucinogenic drugs.

So anyway, here I am listening to the music, and son of a bitch, I remember every word of every song, every single one. It's like instead of listen mode my mind was on straight up emotional impression, carve this into the inside of my skull mode. Since seeing the movie I've been magically able to pick out Floyd quotes in songs or people's speech. It's creepy, almost.

And, as an aside, shaving your eyebrows is considered a completely legitimate reason to perform a full psychiatric evaluation. In the psychology world, shaving the eyebrows is a tell-tale sign of a psychological break.