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the_soundtrack_to_my_insomnia
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kerry
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the_cardigans, "first band on the moon"
the_smiths, "louder than bombs"
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020805
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Sailor Jupiter
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Counting Crows - Long December
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020805
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IKC 56-80
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Danzig III and IV,
New Order "Power Corruption & Lies," Skinny_puppy "cleanse fold manipulate"
Muslimgauze mixtape
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020805
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cheer-up-emo-kid
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If_I_could_talk_I'd_tell_you
-the lemonheads
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020806
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squint
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laughter
plastic barks of keys
my paranoia
a
a
a
a
behind me, lookout!
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020806
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Sailor Jupiter
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Last night I ended up listening to Simon and Garfunkel's Greatest Hits.
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020806
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sabbie
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the noise of the rain on my tin roof.
the noise of whatever animal is living up there.
the noise of my thoughts all shouting for attention.
the roar of silence throughout the house.
the noise sleep makes
when she doesnt appear
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020806
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mourninglight
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bits and pieces from the past
'round here, counting crows
iris, goo goo dolls
the third track off matt good's beautiful midnight as well as the last
...and thats tonight, in a nutshell
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041208
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Piso Mojado
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these days,
'bp empire' infected mushroom
'the freewheelin bob dylan'
'vespertine' bjork
and always,
'wish you were here'
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041208
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birdmad wingedSerpent
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joy_division - substance
a_perfect_circle - thirteenth step
dead_can_dance - into the labyrinth
velvet_underground - ... & Nico
there were other discs on the list, but those songs on those discs just taunt me now, so i boxed them up until i can harden my new shell enough to bear them again.
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041209
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(z)
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plastic bertrand - ca plane pour moi
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041209
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monee
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sigh_after_sigh
and snow drips
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041209
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Piso Mojado
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()
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041217
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Piso Mojado
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sorry, it's ( )
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041217
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anne-girl
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anything loud and obnoxious
preferably uncensored
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041217
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()
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(mingus!)
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041223
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xeldax
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blue dress
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041223
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in a silent way
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laptop fan whirring
fingers scraping across scalp
idle conversation with self
occasional gust of wind or passing car
the taste of waiting on my tongue
but that's not a sound at all, is it?
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130123
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FA113N
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The foxes making love,
Shouts from next door,
Other people's televisions,
The weed dealer coughing outside,
Sia, Tori Amos, Sara Bareilles, Sarah McLachlan...
And me, with busy hands,
Always writing
Emails I'll never send,
Poetry I'll delete tomorrow,
Searching, always searching for that phrase.
The arms that wrap around me in my sleep
Are those of my dead father.
I read Hamlet
I cannot sleep.
"ay, there's the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come"?
"It is not nor it cannot come to good:
But break, my heart; for I must hold my tongue."
Ah Hamlet...
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