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somnambulating_your_way_through_life
Lila Pause - I'm conscious of my unconsciousness.
I live my life as though living were only a slightly better alternative to suicide. I'm resigned and indifferent toward most things and I only ever ignite my passion to keep my hand in. I watch the news as if it were crank_yankers. There are no great sweeping_love_affairs and no romy to my michelle. My list of people_whom_I_could_trust_with_my_life has always been an ink blotch and collection of cubes, but those whose phone numbers I had at least recorded in my address book too have dwindled significantly as a result of my pyromaniacal_tendencies (bridge_burning) My list of desert_island_albums is vastly uncool because I can't be bothered listening to indie radio or keeping up with NME's latest THE ____ band of 2004. I_do_not_have_an_iPod.
I'm a writer whose name has never been in print and an artist who has never recorded an album. I don't have a car, or a career, and the writing is not on the wall that I'll be getting my shit together any time soon.
I'm taking the long un-scenic route:
- I'm sleepwalking my way through life.
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god do you ever have a good time? 040915
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mourninglight not to typify you.
but enough of that sounded like what I would have blathed under this title, that I will end my contribution with the thought that has been spinning through my consciousness for some days.

maybe..there will come a day long after my death, when someone will stumble across the mess I made..and believe that it is music worth listening to..and recreating..and living.
and even though I wont' know it then..
its something to continue sleepwalking through life for now..

- one more unpublished artist
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