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| squint |
blurred earphones moan into the night and I would scream but its deafening enough inside myself, and elliott in my discman would drown in my plea. |
020805 |
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| bethany | when he let his dragon go i cried | 020805 |
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| oldephebe |
oh man..i was just writing something about a choir of banshees...that preyed upon the tenements of unarticulated/hidden pain...the black thing that boils up and out of some nexus of hidden things that writhe out of our sub-conscious....and in the sleep deprived when they writhe out they take on bodies and heft and whieght something welled up within the walls that until we give it it's horrific voice won't let us live a normal life.. soo... ... |
041119 |
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| birdmad | ...smith | 041119 |
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| whitechocolatewalrus | i listened to elliott_smith today | 041120 |
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| Snook | beautiful songs, and what a way to go... | 050923 |