John Tucker Must.

[flupiajo]

So I learned how to play "Lay Lady Lay" on the guitar. G, Bm, F, Am, over & over, never loses that haunting quality. Don't we all want to be electrified? Isn't that why we do things we shouldn't do, watch movies, watch pretty people walking?  Why limit sensation when you can have it to bursting whenever you want? Easy: to preserve a semblance of

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[preet]

that song

[dotdash_dotdot]

mr fuck you deduces you now going to fucking Brinceton - well fucking done - and studying fucking music. Liszt is too fucking romantic for mr fuck you. mr fuck you digs mozart and fucking shostakovich, especially when hes suffering. does a flubiajo blay the bells? the tortured violin?

mr fuck you bought that new tv on the radio cd and listened to it once. mr fuck you doesnt like new things.

is co a roommate, a kitten, a small dog, a hedgehog? mr fuck you wants to fucking know!!!

mr fuck you doesnt like dylan for whatever reason, brobably a lack of self discibline. mr fuck you can stand cohen especially mostly, and also bryan ferry lately. the favourite sons are the favorite gloom. they are in a blace called mysbace. and also likely to be gigging in new jersey soon.

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[flupiajo]

I (Ms. Fuck You) read that whole thing as if you had the worst case of allergies or hardcore cold symptoms in history. Your deductions are apt, but way too flattering. I walk around in Princeton (having driven 20 minutes or so from the nearby College of New Jersey) & proclaim loudly inside my head that I never applied & didn't go, mostly because I feel weird around smarmy people discussing why they ditched Stanford in favor of the big P. on street corners