so does it matter if postal service is simply death cab in sheep's clothing?

yes it does. i guess in some freudian world of uninhibited freedom of thought, this question would come out naturally on top of the list--maybe on my list so to speak. so why does it matter? random conversations over the course of the year 2005 has made me realise today that even the most minute details of everything came flashing through my memory-- routine car drives, brief phone calls, short glib remarks, the loudness of silence that make every conduct look as if a total conversation has gone wrong but even then it feels like everything seems to be perfectly alright.

no am not on drugs. i just remembered how a seemingly unimportant question was thrown at me with utter amazement and consciously needing for some positive answers which i felt like i was the only person who could answer it straight face. of course it wasn't a simple Q and A type of thing, but in a world of complex conversation and naughty wits, i was simply flabbergasted to say nothing, dumbfounded i was, but then come two years later when all things were all too different, i stumbled upon it and figured out that simply, the vocals for both groups are one and the same. sheesh..

well, i had the same moment previous to this, but i did manage to come through the naughty wit and through utter amazement and surprise perhaps, i did come up with the right answer to a really good trivia, a blind trivia at that, the clue being the only voice you hear out of a song to simply find out who was the vocals behind the music: it was gomez. the silence was amazing. the thought that i didn't seem to have a clue resonated like a ringing bell but the answer threw the stereotype of being clueless and i was rightfully correct, and truly i felt good about it...