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    August 27

    i swore wearing my autumn sweater

    while sitting on a bench, voodoogirl grabbed another sugarcube and realized she had nothing to say. this lack of persistance is making me curious. i feel i should be avoiding in a different environment. wouldn't that be better.
    this lack of joy is a waste of time. i lost my autumn sweater and i'ts hard to process.
     
    soundtrack: YOLATENGO's AUTUMN SWEATER
    LYRICS:
    When I heard the knock on the door
    I couldn't catch my breath
    Is it too late to call this off

    We could slip away, wouldn't that be better
    Me with nothing to say, and you in your autumn sweater

    I tried my best to hide
    In a crowded room, it's nearly possible
    I wait for you, oh, most patiently

    So I looked for your eyes
    And the waves looked like they'd pour right out of them
    I'll try hard, I'll try always
    But it's a waste of time
    It's a waste of time if I can't smile easily
    Like in the beginning
    In the beginning...

     
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    August 18

    REmiNd thE gaP

    restOre. recOmpOsE. reCoVeR. reFreSh. reStArt. rediReCt. redEfiNE. reDisCoVeR.
    reDEfinE the reFraCtuRe.
    reCoNsiDer. redEpLoy. redEEm.
    reBOUnd. rebUiLd. reBOOth. reprEhEnd. reVeAL. repReSS. repRiEvE.
    reSiSt.
    reMiNd.
    1:38 PM | Add a comment | Permalink | Blog it | resistencias
    August 16

    entrOpy III

    elsewhere girl came around just to wonder. she took the green and shiny path and somehow she got here. though even herself was surprised she tried not to show. a goodby kiss is just a goodby kiss. no loss of any kind, she thought. no pain either. add to chart issues are the custom. lots and lots of tiny pink scars replace alligators these days. scars all around!
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    August 11

    GO plAcEs

    GO PLACES-The New Pornographers

    Yes a heart will always go one step too far
    Come the morning and the four corners I see
    What the moral of the back story could be
    Come with me, go places

    And a heart will always stay one day too long
    Always hoping for the hot flashes to come
    For the glue to dry on our new creation
    Come with me, go places

    Come head on, full circle
    Our arms fill with miracles
    Play hearts, kid, they work well
    Like classics play aces
    Stay with me, go places
    Once more for the ages

    Yes a heart should always go one step too far
    Come the morning and the day winding like dreams
    Come the morning every blue shade of green
    Come with me, go places

    Come head-on, full circle
    Our arms fill with miracles
    Play hearts, kid, they work well
    Like magic, play aces
    Stay with me, go places
    Once more for the ages

    Come one now, come all ye
    This story breaks free here
    Tales from the back pages
    From somewhere, Encida
    Deus ex machina
    Good morning, Christina

    Come head on, full circle
    Our path blocked but sure we'll
    Make records, then set them
    Make copies, win races
    Stay with me, go places
    Once more for the ages

    8:57 PM | Add a comment | Permalink | Blog it | hora de irse

    the new pornographers. ChALLeNgErS

     
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    August 04

    a vOid

     
    • leftovers
    • excess of any kind
    • people
    • crap piles
    • viruses
    • unfullfilling explanations
    • lack of water
    • lack of joy
    • self-consciousness
     
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