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little wonder
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i forgot my cds again
and i've been over here for 1 week exactly.
my only music has been the same tape in my car that emily made me.
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silentbob
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as soon as i saw this in the list of recently blathered blathes, my ears nose and mouth began bleeding
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little wonder
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it is a very horrible thought
to be truly without it
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hey now!
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without music, thered be no sound
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quotree
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"without music, life would be a mistake."
nietzche, i think.
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:-)
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nietzsche
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silentbob
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without lamps there'd be no light
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Toxic_Kisses
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I'd go insane
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squint
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scariest two word combination I have ever encountered.
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pete
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have i lived so long with out music, or has it been barely a week? where has it gone, and why has it faded. the radio the computer, they lay dormant in my room. i spend my time on the lower level. my background sound is the bunny frollicking in his/her kingdom, the crickets, and the constant rumble of the traffic down baseline. occassionaly birds and the girl next door on her motorcycle burst in the the frame. but what happened to the music?
monday night. there was music then. i wrote a poem... a memory was put to pen. but really, what good was it? i left before we had a chance to talk. and wendsday, yes music was there again, you left without giving us a chance to talk. barely a hello, and no goodbye. last night, yes there was music, but the kitchen was slow. agonizing. painfully. it closed an hour early. i didn't even hit 9 hours when i punched out on the clock.
i've been living without music, though i've picked my sticks back up. i've been living without music, though i sing so much to my self. can we go through the highland wedding, the caber fiegh, the hamster? just in my head. what about the hellbound train?
without music... but oh so with words!
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uow
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soundtracks without music
movies with no images
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unhinged
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a rhythm
clack clack click
but maybe when the sun shines
the birds won't sing
defiant
and my soul withers
even in the space between thoughts
ringing
lightened by the space
it takes
to hear
the first music
a monotone incantation of words
dies_irae
one of the only things
to truly separate the human in us
the need of the soul
to express itself
beyond the constriction of connotation
so that even a small child
recognizes the 'happy' in major
the 'sad' in minor
the 'creepy' in diminished
universal and unbounded
even the birds know how to sing
a mating call
i've got this dark corner
that no words can touch
but only the most well crafted melody
or my own inane ramblings
in modified dorian
sometimes for hours
i contemplate on/in dorian
wordless
and when the big scare
threatened me with a world
without_music made with my own hands
my soul withered
weeks and no bow to string
no sweet but violent kiss
of the bruise on my neck
my best and most consistent lover
locked in the case
arm rotting in the socket
and the shock of the extent
of my dependency
on expressing the wordless corners of my soul
those months when words couldn't come
frozen in the haze
my sanity hinged on bow to string
tied up, tangled
dreadlocks of sound
resonating what words couldn't reach
vibrating the rot from becoming
permanently entrenched
without_music
my heart constricted
the reality of permanent silence
my deepest sickness
without_music
is when i'm truly and hopelessly unhinged
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Borealis
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when the music stops coming...
dear meg...if I ever wake up...and don't hear it...in its frustrating twists and indecipherable combinations...
I will have very little time left here..and what is left..will not be worth living.
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equanimity?
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life, to come, without music...
i can't imagine it
the thought tortures me
the colors, the sheer thrill of experience
gone in the blink of an eye...
oh, to keep the music playing...
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tessa
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silence terrifies me
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cpgurrl
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no music,
for the birds are gone.
have we done this? they ask.
yes, for we killed thw birds.
we killed the music.
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cpgurrl
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*the
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uow
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"without beans, there is no sky."
-by paste! 011214
from: i've_got_a_god_named_pat_sajak
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