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[operantbehavior]

I've been thinking about Greg a lot lately. If I throw my elbow over my eyes and concentrate, I can hear the first few notes of We Looked Like Giants hanging in the air around us. I can feel the stiff leather of his car's interior beneath my fingertips and the last dying rays of September sunlight burn into my eyelids. I can hear his voice and see

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[kairchan]

That song terrifies me.

[operantbehavior]

I get this sick rock of dread in the pit of my stomach every time I think about it. He looked me in the eye once and said that he understood this song intimately, and asked if I had a song like that.

Sort of nauseates me.

On the "rock of dread".

[kairchan]

http://www.ocf.berkeley.edu/~janetluo/jimmy%20eat%20world%20-%20futures%20-%20work(2).mp3