am coming for you.

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there there,
there there.
(boney king)

in pitch dark

  i go walking in
your landscape
broken branches
trip me as i speak
just because you feel it
doesn't mean its there
just because you feel it
doesn't mean it's there
there's always a siren
singing you to shipwreck
steer away from these rocks
we'd be a walking disaster

just because you feel it
doesn't mean it's there
just because you feel it
doesn't mean it's there


there there.

why so green    ?

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gloom, &

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[from Cathy Malkasian's graphic novel, "Percy Gloom"]

in the business of caution, we are unprepared for happiness
il meglio è nemico del bene (the Best is the nemesis of the Good)

 &

[from aristotle's "justice & virtue"]

for perhaps there is some element of the good even in the simple fact of living, so long as the evils of existence do not preponderate too heavily.  it is an evident fact that most people cling hard enough to life to be willing to endure a good deal of suffering, which implies that life has in it a sort of healthy happiness and a natural quality of pleasure...

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iz-us

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stop makin that big face

aphex.

(i care because you do)

(to cure a weakling child)

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black/white

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too pure to ever make it work,

too proud to ever make it hurt

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mynx

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everything is stripped, flayed, revealed.

everything is illuminated.

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uncertain times

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this one is full of romance, and things. (sharin foo)

Too many faded years and I can't hold her.
Too many strange times have come out way.
Too many tear drops, yeah, I don't get it.
Life moves on if you want it to.

Too many times I've felt my heart was broken.
Wasting time with someone I don't get.
But I've found someone who makes me happy.
Yeah, I found someone who makes me go.

I wanna ride with you in uncertain times.
I wanna go where my thoughts can take a rest.
And if the atom bomb should end us both,
I'd be happy to go to the stars with you.

("uncertain times," raveonettes)

 xx

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apocalypse when

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the memory keeper, she is lost in her labyrinthine circuitry of time.  watches in pockets, pockets holding hands, hands and fingers to tick out seconds and minutes, hours, mino-taurs?  daedalus mapping his mind onto the singular maddening maze; daedalus pasting feathers onto wings - warning of wax things (icharus the renowned fool, iapyx the forgotten brother- recollection curses one and forgets the other)

fly, you fools, straight into the hungry sun, and keep your reckless memory.

xx.rc

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