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[24 Jan 2006|08:41am] |
punctured bicycle on a hillside desolate will nature make a man of me yet?
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| ::::::::::: this constant regression into uniform depression ::: |
[23 May 2005|03:09am] |
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mood |
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creative |
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music |
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the beat beat beat of my blue, blue feet |
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//this transmission's set//
as sunlight veneers and rainbow tears blister my window pane...
the grey sky rolls caress nightmare contortions i think maybe it's my interpretation haunting
through the static of sunday choir voices call out repent and we're borne to sin again
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| :::cold coffee and cigarettes::: |
[17 Nov 2004|07:40am] |
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mood |
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you kiss me, i'm history |
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music |
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the magnetic fields |
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now
she screws her words kisses the wood into cold sex splinters
but then
the decibel of you tuned the sweetest melodies nostalgia of the 7" the crackle and the spit of roaring open fires as we devoured the music and sank a little deeper
i wish i could hold you without crushing your air but your breath is pure oxygen inebriating euphoria and i'm addict and panther deadly cat on the prowl singing the lust of the kill
like this
we could steal a few more hours wring a little water from this sinking stone for i know how thirsty you get painting those empty swimming pools in the freezing winter of your room
but london bridge is falling down and experts cite water damage as their greatest concern
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