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pretty little sunset in chains cause these powerlines keep interfering and I don't even see them anymore unless I look real hard. can't even hear the buzzing, too worried about money or work or future, which is all just money. I don't even know what nature or beauty is because all I can think of are bills and cutting corners to save money or to ( Read more... ) -
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I hate when telemarketers trick me. I feel so dirty and naive and dirty. Sometimes I don't think that I'm really cut out for this world. I am not very tuff and way too detached to be sinister. I feel like an ethereal being struggling between worlds before the hand of Zorbys takes me to my next mission. I wish everyone would accept their True Lord. ( Read more... ) -
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I'm trying to be all sappy and write thank you letters for work but all I can come up with is stuff that isn't overwhelmingly cheery. The only things I can think to say are always politically or socially charged. I don't think that I would ever be a good leader. I don't think I could fool people very well. Maybe some day I can be like Carl Rove. Or ( Read more... ) -
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My car is going to catch on fire while at least one of the wheels falls off. No song ever seemed more appropriate to play while driving than "Livin' on a Prayer ( Read more... ) -
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things that I am obsessed with lately:
oatmeal
romeo and juliet soundtrack (f you guys)
buck rogers in the 25th century -
mexican independence day
also,
SOMEONE GET DRUNK WITH ME SEPTEMBER 16 -
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There are so many moments when I feel this irresistible inclination to express a moment. It's a point when a memory collides with a tune that collides with good weather and this general ambient feeling. When I feel simultaneously at peace and bombarded with everything. It is as if every quiet, lovely moment is too overwhelming to take in simply. I ( Read more... )