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bowie
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BTS
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my stepfather looks just like david bowie
but he hates david bowie
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im deranged
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funny how secrets travel
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and i start to belive
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how could *anyone* HATE david bowie?
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how could *anyone* HATE david bowie?
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how could *anyone* HATE david bowie?
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Built to Spill
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I think bowie's cool
I think lodger rules
my stepdad's a fool
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:)~
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LOL!!! yes - yes he is!
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"......strange fascination fascinating me....."
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god
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Time - He's waiting in the wings
He speaks of senseless things
His script is you and me boys
Time - He flexes like a whore
Falls wanking to the floor
His trick is you and me, boy
Time - In Quaaludes and red wine
Demanding Billy Dolls
And other friends of mine
Take your time
The sniper in the brain, regurgitating drain
Incestuous and vain, and many other last names
I look at my watch it say 9:25 and I think "Oh God I'm still alive"
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cheer-up-emo-kid
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"oh baby, just you shut your mouth"
I just saw Bowie in concert.
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phil
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today
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020729
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i like bowie. i like the way he has aged so gracefully, and all the damn fine songs he has written.
i would like it if bowie decided to be my own personal chickenhawk.
BUT...
i'd be scared to sleep with bowie, you know? scared he'd turn into some weird burroughesque alien midcoitus, or drink all my blood like he might have in 'the hunger'...
http://www.deadjournal.com/users/pisceschrist
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020825
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blablablabla
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hes gay
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my name it means nothin
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well thats debateable but so what??
I love bowie...he's beautiful, his music is beautiful...lalala
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Somebody
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Brilliant, and sexy in an odd way.
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you
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Thought he was bi, actually.
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jane
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I didn't think I'd want to write, but the words have inevitably overflowed along with the emotion.
He was never supposed to die.
For those of us earthlings alienated by our families, by our country, we reveled in our prophet. He was a god in our black sheep country, he was the ultimate artist, the contradictorily popular outcast. Our stranger in a strange land, our Valentine Michael Smith. Leader of weirdos and queer monster clans. Gender/sexually nebulous, colorful bizarro chic, a perfectly unique specimen of ubermensch.
And as each moment slips by it makes less sense that he is gone; rather, whatever essence of him shed his corporeal albatross and returned to Mars.
Rest peacefully, duke. You will never be forgotten. You continue to inspire me even after your transformation through the ether.
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the bird who fell to earth
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Ashes_to_ashes
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160112
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what's it to you?
who
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blather
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