Only bad thing about listening to the Pixies is the occasional "you f%&*ing die!" Of course, Surfer Rosa and Come on Pilgrim aren't for developing minds able to parrot words, but to a 4 month old any song seems fine if it sung lovingly.
The Clash have accents which makes their vulgarity less noticeable, in my opinion. London Calling is much safer than the Harry Nilsson which I grew up hearing.
Eating breakfast before 10am is a good start to Monday, but outside is wet from overnight rain. I didn't drive in rain, so I guess I should be happy. I like rain, just not the afterward dampness that makes sunny appearances a mess.
Free will exists as much as a surfer rides a wave. Whenever I want to give up, I just tell myself, stay afloat and enjoy the ride for there's no point in fighting against something pushing you forward beyond one's own control. Sometimes, I forget my name, I guess.
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