I think I only love your side profile.

Spent yesterday's night wandering about in the Raffles Museum, even in the restricted area, which was all sorts of cool. There were jars of preserved animals with cloudy eyes staring back at you, a black marlin over three metres long with its wrinkled skin stretched, dead birds nestled next to each other, a badly preserved kodomo dragon in a box, a baby pink dolphin with its mouth agape in death and moths with outstretched wings pinned next to packets of moth balls. Grotesquely beautiful, all.

Then there was the depressed museum director who committed suicide and the peeping tom of KEVII who fell to his death just behind the museum. I was a little disturbed by that one. If there's a likely candidate to haunt the place, he's the one.

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petronia, apologies about yesterday.

As I was saying, I figured Schu might be more of a trance listener more than anything. It's the genre where one ceases to think (or at least blank out pleasantly, depending on one's taste), which might be the reason why I can see his attraction. I suspect the the dance factor and enhanced experience via pill popping don't hurt.

Then again, I'm the person who links Schu to the Russians even if he has a German name. Don't think I can help you out with this one since the Schu in my head is one who will fiddle between stations, stopping momentarily to listen to the one which seems to have the most obnoxious music of the lot. Because it's amusing to him on some strange level, the same way his green hair and tears-inducing yellow headband are. Or to attempt to get a rise out of Crawford if nothing else. Because, BMW and Morning Musume.