neutral_milk_hotel no reason i have found in this place that is circling all round the sun and when we meet on a cloud i'll be laughing out loud i'll be laughing with everyone i see can't believe how strange it is to be anything at all i love it and the saw 031229 ... silentbob the only girl i ever loved was born with roses in her eyes but then they buried her alive One evening 1945 With just her sister at her side And only weeks before the guns All came and rained on everyone Now she's a little boy in Spain Playing pianos filled with flames On empty rings around the sun All sing to say my dream has come this song has been haunting me 040131 ... one wrecked angle i'm in love with silentbob. well, actually she's 42, and she's a she, and i'm not really in love with her (that's a separate story), but she listens to all these crazy indie bands that i've never heard of except from our man bob, and as we hopped into her car tonight, after my having been in a car all day, she popped in a cd and said, 'have you ever heard of neutral milk hotel?' 040201 ... silentbob I nod to you approvingly 040201 ... silentbob i love you jesus christ 040323 ... rubydee When you were young you were the king of carrot flowers and how you built a tower tumbling thru the trees in holy rattlesnakes that fell all around your feet and your mom would stick a fork right into daddys shoulder and your dad would throw the garbage all across the floor as we would lay and learn what each others bodies were for and this is the room one afternoon I knew I could love you and from above you how I sank into your soul into that secret place where noone dares to go and your mom would drink until she was no longer speaking and dad would dream about the different ways to die each one a little more than he could dare to try 040323 ... its worth posting your father made fetuses with flesh licking ladies while you and your mother were asleep in the trailer park thunderous sparks from the dark of the stadiums the music and medicine you needed for comforting so make all your fat fleshy fingers to moving and pluck all your silly strings and bend all your notes for me soft silly music is meaningful magical the movements were beautiful all in your ovaries all of them milking with green fleshy flowers while powerful pistons were sugary sweet machines smelling of semen all under the garden was all you were needing when you still believed in me 040426 ... soylentblack ...and in the dark we will take off our clothes, and they'll be plaaaaaaacing fingers through the notches in your spine, and when all is breaking, everything that you could keep inside... 041008 what's it to you? who go blather from