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Friday, September 5th, 2008
emolyrics
[ blinking_eight ]
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12:12a
And the picture frames are facing down
and the ringing from this empty sound
is deafening and keeping you from sleep.
And breathing is a foreign task
and thinking's just too much to ask
and you're measuring your minutes by a clock that's blinking eights.
this song never seems to get old
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emoleericks
[ degausser ]
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1:08a
is it weird to randomly not be able to sleep at one am bc you suddenly NEED to have a dance party to your favourite weapon? WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME
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(comment on this) Thursday, September 4th, 2008
emolyrics
[ blinking_eight ]
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11:51p
And I can always find her
At the bottom of a plastic cup
Drowning in drunk sincerity
A sad and lonely girl
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emoleericks
[ rosemist ]
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11:31p
Then the massive hands lifted the new people up to a pair of giant indescribable lips and whispered, in a fundamentally untranslatable Creator-language, something that meant, approximately:
This time, be kind to one another. Remember: each of you wants to be happy. And I want you to. Each of you wants to live free from fear. And I want you to.
Each of you are secretly afraid you are not good enough. But you are, trust me, you are.
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emoleericks
[ degausser ]
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11:21p
:( my bro is like O LETS WATCH DEAD LIKE ME.. okay 5 more minutes.... 10 more minutes... AN HOUR... its been like 103-403 hours
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emoleericks
[ rosemist ]
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11:13p
That night Freeda had a dream. In her dream, her daughter Gertrude was a tall beautiful vase belonging to Phil, who kept holding Gertrude up to the light, looking for flaws. Freeda was a small furry dog, who kept leaping up, trying to bite Phil as he inspected Gertrude.
"Put her down, put her down," Freeda barked at him. "Why do you want to be so bad?"
"I am not bad," said Phil. "I am totally good. What I do, benefits all."
Then Phil found a flaw and threw Gertrude against the wall, breaking her into a thousand pieces.
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[ holdmeup ]
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11:16p
Yeah you get me high
I'm feeling so low
How far will you let me go?
Yeah you get me high
I'm feeling so low
I'm knocked down by the vertigo
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[ rosemist ]
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11:06p
Leon stepped over the border and uprooted the apple tree and drained the stream into his see-through stomach. Then, using this spadelike tail, he dug up the dirt and added it to the stream in his stomach, making a pale red mud.
"But what will we eat?" said Carol, "What will we drink? What do you expect us to do, when it's our turn to live in our country, stand in that hole?"
"That's not really my problem," said Phil. "My problem is, where am I going to store this junky tree and this boring little stream and this laughable dirt? Any suggestions?"
"How about West Distant Outer Horner?" said Larry. "It's pretty empty out there."
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[ boatsandbirds ]
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11:06p
I love love
I love being in love
I don't care what it does to me
These pills are fine to pass the time
'til I find my new drug
Then
We'll take our chances
we'll last a month
we'll never speak again
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[ rosemist ]
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11:01p
"The moon, I believe, is for us all. Haven't I often said that?"
"You have, sir," said the Presidential Advisor. "You have often said that the moon and the stars are for us all."
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[ rosemist ]
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11:00p
Years of standing with their limbs intermingled had made the Inner Hornerites extremely considerate of one another's feelings, so much so that even the simplest decision, such as whether to declare it National Bedtime, sometimes took hours.
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[ rosemist ]
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10:54p
love and some verses you hear,
say what you can't say.
love to say this in your ear,
i'll love you that way.
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[ rosemist ]
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10:43p
hot breath, rough skin, warm lips, and smiling; the loveliest words, whispered and meant, you like all these things. but though you like all these things, you love a stone. you love a stone, because it's smooth, and it's cold, and you'd love most to be told that it's all your own.
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