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blue-dyed gel product
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I've been sweating, pissing, and bleeding out music non-stop for the past four months, and it doesn't look that will ever stop. Not that I want it to, I spend my free time writing it and envisioning it. It is, however, nice to spend time away from this mistress, finding comfort in those who don't give a shit about the tasteful use of tensions in a diatonic chord progression.
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kerry
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i wish i had the same problem
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silent storm
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I pick up my guitar, my love. I pretend to know what I'm doing, but I don't. The music just pours out. It comes from deep within my soul. My heart rejoices as I hear the words my hands sing. I am but one small instrument.
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yummychuckle
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of my earphones, and it spills onto the seat next to me. The rickety bus blasts mind numbing HAWAIIAN music, and my cd player fights it off with blaring anger and passion. The melody of the nonsensical (thanks blather) local music is overwhelming, and sweeps over me like a wave. My ears are shriveling up, it burns oh god yes, turn up MY music. Safety! the music pours out in a pathetic puddle around me, but it keeps me floating safely in yummy goodness. The hawaiian music cannnot get me now. ((((ew...hawaiian music. deeeeaaatthhh!)))))))
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ilovepatsajak
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that's just exactly what i see when he plays. like those old cartoons and a million little notes come out of him and i want to catch them but they melt. it's a good good thing.
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Grievance
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And yesterday, someone liked the outcome.
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phil
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There is a symphony I wish you all could here. They play so swimmingly in the rustling of my hair.
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mahayana
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a stream filled with tears irrigate the atmospheres water spirit, preferencing her catalyst, her ardor, she for ever and a day found to be with familiar terms on what she’s undertaking- repudiating- all eloquence in proceedings oh female spirit of rivers, springs, pools, lakes, and oceans all pouring out naturally away from home therein her coupled nature undine water elemental, first offspring of the primal mother as water, the first of all substances, like the amniotic fluids of the universe spirit of the god moving on the facade of the unfathomable, having altered her sexual characteristics- into everythingness- she is as she ensues who she is- oh mother night
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god
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the first thing i remember, i was lyin' in my bed. i couldn't have been no more than one or two... i remember there's a radio comin' from the room next door, and my mother laughed the way some ladies do... well, it's late in the evening and all the music's seeping through...
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april n
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the dancefloor is my cure.
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susan silver
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i know i am dumb i only wish that everything you might say within the next 72 hours was crystaL
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040304
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Ptolemy DCLVIII
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From the cliffs, from the clouds.
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060201
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grendel
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sometomes, oddly (enough and apropos, like blood
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in a silent way
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like the dam broke writer's_flood
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130113
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what's it to you?
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blather
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