Saturday, October 1, 2011
Willful Suspension of Disbelief
Stay awake at night and mumble lessons to myself. Murmured names and the guilt of my life. No whistles, no wind, just the silence of a fan. Of an old song. Of vibrations through the dark. And a few fucking shots. Just a few.
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- Detri...mental?
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- Foreign Game of Cricket
- Scatter Brain's Nervous Laugh
- I haven't been sad much
- Overcast Afternoons
- You're the Good Things
- SINNER
- Irish Cream
- Dear sir, I have a complaint
- Needs A Frame
- Some Early 90's Shit
- Fish in the Afternoon
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