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You Were The King, Now You're Unconscious
It almost seems customary that when new music is purchased, there is a listen-through. It is put in the Bose system, and played all the way through with my brother and whoever else pitc… -
Isn't it Rich?
I should go to bed right about now, but I feel so lost amidst my nonexistent thoughts. Do you think there is some point at which your "thoughts" are not really thoughts but feelings? It makes it hard to … -
A Break in the Cloud
I dreamed that I was singing my song, trying to remember the tune and add lyrics as I went. He was there telling me "I told you so. You were singing something when we were riding on the 250 that w… -
Only Connect
We feel so much, how can we possibly express it all? Do you ever wish you could? You know for every bit of pressure you exert on something, it's pushing back with the same force. This chair is pushing back as much as … -
Enjoying Failure to Adhere
I'm not hungry. I might be tired. I'm bored. I'm falsely creative. I am trapped in my ideas. I am doomed. I am turning 17 next Tuesday. I just about completely inhaled a Butterfinger. I don't know why. I am not … -
The Slider Documentaries
Tom Selleck in chaps beating Alan Rickman's BUTT with his awesome gun... a ginormous ibuprofen... sleep... exercise... All very tempting, but I decide to blog. My head has been shyly throbbing since band practice, youn… -
Neatening Summer Continuums
Drawing spurts never last too long with me. One good thing manages to come from my pencil then the lucky inspiration is done with, and scribbles procede for another month or more. I'm definitely not a drawing artist li… -
apologies declined?
This music goes through me. The volume and bass are too high, but I don't care; my eardrums vibrate a little too much and my head pounds with each beat, but I feel so a part of it. I sit up for change in posture but sl…
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