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5.10.2011
i feel awfully happy...in a sort of sad way.
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IL NE SAIS PAS OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT
beatz and bleepz: the plastic plates edition
chronicling a compulsive liar part one.
the english language makes no sense really.
things i did that you can do too if you want.
this is a manhattan bound f train. or so i'm told.
c'est moi. je suis un oiseau et je vole.
science is king. and he ruins everything.
things that are important: trees. yeah, that's it.
how are you supposed to meet these people.
i mostly just ever feel this song all day.
youpi, c'est lundi. aka my kind of workout.
for a moment i wondered if i were not going to lov...
silent buildings, 28th & park, 12:36 AM.
happy friday the thirteenth or something.
snakes unhinge their jaws. i unhinge my brain.
an endless staring contest with the post office.
i don't know what kind of day this was like.
future robot moses: let my people ufo.
ps this is what i like to do in america.
turtlenecks help you fly but only sometimes.
i feel awfully happy...in a sort of sad way.
the only thing i regret is technology. all of it.
chocolate milk was a good invention.
oh well oh well oh well. the devil makes us sin.
only by living absurdly is it possible to break ou...
attachment is the great fabricator of illusions; r...
anthem du jour
things that ruin everything: fame, science.
people kind of make me want to vomit.
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