oddly compatible

Put on your reading glasses and your headphones, send potentially suicidal teenagers out of the room, and lean back. Yes, it's confessional subject matter, parental issues, destructive imagery and uncontrollable rhyming galore, as we bring you our very special Sylvia Plath & Eminem night, tonight.

( and if i were fluffy, fluffy cotton candy, which flavour would you like me to be? )

My train leaves the main railway station at quarter to six in the morning, so I'll have to be up at. quarter past four? Excellent. gudnait.