January 2010
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is it ever gonna not be so hard to see you around?...
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Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake and dress them in warm clothes again. How it was late, and no one could sleep, the horses running until they forgot that they are horses. It’s not like a tree where the roots have to end somewhere, it’s more like a song on a policeman’s radio, how we rolled up the carpet so we could dance, and the days were bright...
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Now that lilacs are in bloom She has a bowl of lilacs in her room And twists one in his fingers while she talks. “Ah, my friend, you do not know, you do not know What life is, you who hold it in your hands”; (Slowly twisting the lilac stalks) “You let it flow from you, you let it flow, And youth is cruel, and has no remorse And smiles at situations which it cannot see.” I smile, of course, And go...
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“But the realism I felt was the worst kind; it was the hopeless realization that I was doomed to live in my own prison, just like the lead singer from Creed.”
- Sex, Drugs, and Cocoa Puffs, Chuck Klosterman
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and if his whisper splits the mist, just think of...
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“The best moments in reading are when you come across something - a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things - which you had thought special and particular to you. And now, here it is, set down by someone else, a person you have never met, someone even who is long dead. And it is as if a hand has come out, and taken yours.”
