Though I've passed one hundred thousand miles, I'm feeling very still.

Jan 13, 2005 13:00


Sitting in my room with the blinds closed. Listening to songs about outer space - one the one hand we have David Bowie singing about alienated astronauts disappearing into the abyss, and on the other we have Peter Schilling singing about the cold beautiful weightlessness of life above Earth.

Planet Earth is blue and there's nothing I can do.

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perihelia January 13 2005, 14:17:58 UTC
I like Peter Schilling.

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epitomeofgrace January 14 2005, 00:25:40 UTC
Hey biatch, since we're both lonely son of a guns living in Los Angeles, let's get together and wallow in our misery while sipping profusely on some alcoholic beverages and discuss life's complexities. Aw yeeuh. That's the shizzle.

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whisiankid January 14 2005, 01:08:12 UTC
let's go get lit and ride a cheetah

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thepoetdog January 14 2005, 03:01:50 UTC
Sam Sam Sam.... You just caught a Campus Cruisa home from my apartment. And don't forget the things I said....

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