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My Pleasant Afterlife
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I write about music.
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"Are we friends or something?"
Theme by nostrich.
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Scrawled in the margins. Page 86.
“So the parade had to be postponed
So we could watch the balloons ascend
Though we all know that they explode
As they get closer to Him.”
You have always been wrong about my intentions. If I wanted I could fill the basic void with any number of relatively interchangeable women. What hurts, what sits like a hot stone against my chest and makes my eyes moisten, is that I do not want a woman. I want you, you fumbling, misguided, spoiled little girl. Because that is who I love, better judgement notwithstanding. I don’t chase phantoms. I don’t believe in a human lottery.
Practical possibility. Simple gestures. Fidelity. Work.
I love with my hands.
You wait for birds to bring you word of pretty princes.
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No. No, no, no. What is happening to the world? →
Somehow Bon Apetit wins out over Gourmet?
This is the bullshit.
Audio with 4 plays
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]A Trois Dans les WC - Contagion
Some days you just need a whole lot of late ’70s/early ’80s French synth stuff. Like today, for instance.
And by “you” I obviously mean “me”.
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There was no sound but the sound of rain.
The faucets did not drip. The fans were still.
He looked for patterns in the raindrops that struck and clung to the window, his breathing shallow. He did not move for hours.
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