thelisbonmaru:

and just as you finish remarking, “Saxophone solos are lame,” a thick cloud of mist rolls in and Anthony Gonzales slowly emerges wearing only black leather pants and snakeskin boots with suspenders to match. He approaches you, puts a finger to your lips and whispers, “Check out this tasty lick.”

and that’s how the end of “Midnight City” was written.

9:40 pm  •  24 January 2012  •  9 notes