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yeah ...i don't care about my son


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you were right.

it's not Cherbourg

it's Un Dernier Verre(Pour La Route)

Sleeping in a boxcar proved fatal to M. Émile Moutin, of
Marseilles. He was leaning on the door when it opened;
he fell.

i guess ( Read more... )

The genesis of The Mars Volta’s new album The Bedlam in Goliath is one of the weirdest stories in the history of modern music, a tale of long-buried murder victims and their otherworldly influence, of strife and near collapse, of the long hard fight to push “the record that did not want to be born” out into the world. And I swear we’ll get to all ( Read more... )

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Bring me this plague
She took a drink
Those nicotine stains
On his every word
My scavenger quilt
Will only hide the truth
Bring me
Bring me this plague
I count the days to find
What was left behind
Only these names I clutch
Will lead me to my home
Somehow this river marks
A wrinkle hand in mine
And everyday that parts
The water into two
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Dear journal,

Today I'm writing to you as a lover. Strange considering as I read through the history of you, I tend to be a pretty angsty motherfucker.  But today, 10:49 am, on Wednesday August 1st, 2007. I remembered something which makes me a pretty...lucky...guy.

You see journal. I've got this girl you see. My girl. Her names Eva, you'd love her ( Read more... )

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