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ExpansionIn this tiny little town where swift birds sing swift harmony, and the morning air is chilled byExpansion
the deep ice chests that can hold a year's supply of popsicles, and slow days swim past as if there was nowhere time needs to be, there's somewhere I need to be. I need to be where slow birds detest harmony and the morning air is chilled by the deep breaths of dead men and frozen glances across the street from old enemies where the swift nights hardly ever end and long days dart past as if there's nothing to wait for
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If man makes himself a worm he must not complain when he is trodden on-Immanuel Kant
I love you. we must hang out again soon! saturday was so much fun!
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"He that has eyes to see and ears to hear may convince himself that no mortal can keep a secret. If his lips are silent, he chatters with his fingertips; betrayal oozes out of him at every pore," Sigmund Freud, my idol.
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“…at least no one in the theater is under the impression that they are watching real life happen. they are just watching art. i hope when people listen to our music they feel like they are hearing art.”
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i sat there looking at your info...isabel. isabel rose. that sounds familiar...french? check. les miserables? check. the beatles? check. hmmm...
D'oi.
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“…at least no one in the theater is under the impression that they are watching real life happen. they are just watching art. i hope when people listen to our music they feel like they are hearing art.”
-TRQ
hint: the reply button is your friend
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"He that has eyes to see and ears to hear may convince himself that no mortal can keep a secret. If his lips are silent, he chatters with his fingertips; betrayal oozes out of him at every pore," Sigmund Freud, my idol.
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