How High The Moon

Sep 30, 2006 14:25

Jazz in stereo, in a warmly lit room. Wood floors cold in the autumn time call for socks, warmed by the fire on my feet. Turning around, through the crack of my parent's bedroom door, I see yellow leaves floating down through the mist, to the grass, still wet from the fog and rain. Piano and shuffling brushes on the snare, sort of sad ( Read more... )

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Cornucopias csihouse October 1 2006, 19:14:21 UTC
check your email :)

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csihouse October 2 2006, 03:25:42 UTC
So. If this isn't apparent already, I am leaving 20 comments on everyone's LJ because:

1) I am bored.
2) It's really fun.

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csihouse October 2 2006, 03:29:06 UTC
THERE'S A FISH IN MY EYE!

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csihouse October 2 2006, 03:30:13 UTC
I have six pairs of headphones that do not work.

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csihouse October 2 2006, 03:31:02 UTC
I want to paint something on one of my walls. Two walls have shelves, one wall has a window, and one wall has nothing at all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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