Borrowing this from Spring...
But if this can't make you happy, nothing can.
posted by C @ 11:14
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Where Ironic Comes to Die
worms are the words but joy's the voice/ down shall go which and up come who/ breasts will be breasts thighs will be thighs/ deeds cannot dream what dreams can do/ time is a tree (this life one leaf)/ but love is the sky and i am for you/ just so long and long enough
Friday, October 07, 2005
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- I am Anything but Soft
- Her Umbrella did What it's Owner Could Never Do
- Volcanoes Melt Me Down...
- Here's My Impersonation of this Administration...
- Find Me at The Matinee, The Dark of the Matinee
- It's The End of The World as We Know It and I Feel...
- It's Cold as a Tomb, and It's Dark in Your Room
- I Should've Known...
- Park that Car, Drop that Phone, Sleep on the Floor...
- That's a Metaphor, Not a Reality
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Oh, Jules. I miss you.
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