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Last weekend, I went to see Patrick and also Kato in Huntsville with David, Becca, and Dixie.
Monday, I went to see The Science of Sleep with Lorin, David, Emily, and John Michael ( Read more... )

This makes me really excited about the new Of Montreal album (Hissing Fauna, Are You the Destroyer?). There's something about twelve minute songs with a sustained intensity I find absolutely enthralling.

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I don't know if it's that listening to "When You're Loved Like You Are" or what, but as I was walking past the Fine Arts building, there was a girl sitting up above the stairs reading with her legs long and horizontal across the ledge, and something about seeing her made me want to be her, or else just to hug her and be glad that she existed, but I ( Read more... )

I've always wanted to wake up and just start flying, if only for that one day, or five minutes, when I soar out of my bed, my recent bed body odor hanging in the air behind me, and float out my window, and then eventually fly so high that my arms melt and I land in the sea, only to have my father lament my all too brief existence ( Read more... )

( Brief, Vapid Reflections on My Trip to Cookeville Last Week )

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If all my friends were bluesmen, I'd be my happiest friend, or, if not, they'd all be hacks, and I'd despise them for pretending to be so melancholy.