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"and instead of a sex goddess or a nubile coquette..."
Saturday, April 18, 2009
it's only love
i am alive. when my life starts to even out, then i'll have a story to tell.
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2009
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you are getting on your grind
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there's nothing there
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and i'll cherish that moment for life
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i choose to mourn the artist.
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let's both go outside and play
toccata, mazurka, prelude and fugue
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don't let the klingons get you down
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it's only love
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March
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just don't let the spin get you down
the thing is, everyone knows you're brilliant.
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February
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even when they're alone, they're not really apart....
fools rush in, where wise men never go
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next, i will read a selection from walt whitman's ...
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sleep in heavenly peace
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in this tender night
tell me again, what is the name of this place? ohi...
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October
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i will lift up my voice to the lord
you know nothing of madness
you know, the birds who can't sleep at night
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when two worlds collide
no one asks my opinion, i'm an independent.
time cast a spell on you but you won't forget me
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August
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Ein Komma an der falschen Stelle kann viel anricht...
Es sei uns dein gnädiges Antlitz erfreulich!
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July
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the office
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June
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wherever you stand be the soul of that place.
it really says something about lovers leaping like...
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May
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yes, if you're looking for infinity, just close yo...
if you want someone to write about jazz, then you ...
i am a rock in a sea of chaos.
don't ruin my artistic vision!
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April
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as whole enamored worlds will say
you are the forest.
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March
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when she performs, in such a way
and they were staring at her shoes all night
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February
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that's such a lonely thing to do.
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January
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the poles between which our desire unceassingly is...
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2007
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December
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...all the terrible things i'm about to unveil.
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November
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the guardian of your challenge does not cry
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September
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what has she written?
can't you just come back for a couple of weeks?
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August
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we're all growing up, the way it's supposed to be....
from murphy to manteo, city streets or a country m...
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July
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it is a curious story, i have it written in faded ...
you heard the terrible sound of the wild swan's wi...
"i rarely apologize because i seldom make any mist...
well, i don't envy you at all.
oh come now, so much modesty.
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