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could not live without conan
3 in the morning

Departing from a song, artist, person or book without realizing it almost seems more tragic than transitioning from moments to memories consciously. Rediscovering a masterpiece of middle school and feeling sore about forgetting it is always pleasant, though. I'm not trying to be enlightening. It's just a Sunday afternoon ( Read more... )

I know I've said this before, but this time I'm serious. My room is the apocolypse ( Read more... )

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"After the politicians, I went to the poets; tragic, dithyrambic, and all sorts. And there, I said to myself, you will be instantly detected; now you will find out that you are more ignorant than they are. Accordingly, I took them some of the most elaborate passages in their own writings, and asked what was the meaning of them- thinking that they ( Read more... )

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By far in the top 3 Braughtigan poems I've read ( Read more... )

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