Man over, lost forever
Man over, I think he’s dying.
No need to throw the life preserver,
He’s already drowned himself inside.
--Robinella
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- Rush of Blood to the Ankle
- While we still have a few days left...
- Tastes Like Chicken
- Jewels of the Earth
- Whiners in good standing
- Consume these songs, Philistines
- Better yet.
- Accelerating emotion
- Shopping Cart
- Pointless
- Pepsi
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- This feels weird
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- Prep for the Hospital (I wasn't able to)
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- Bondi Beach
- Great Friday
- Nevermind
- Playing the Pre-CBS Strat
- This is my idea of suave today:
- Sangre
- Oxygen is so boring
- Pogo stick
- Ides of April
- Old Voice Mail
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- Tom Davis
- Paranoia
- It was 10 years ago today
- Have and Have Not
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- Brick Giants, circa 1990
- Stoked
- Dave's here
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- Sticking point
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- Consciousness = Electricity
- Struck by lightening in 2002, kinda
- Shudder
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- Tick, tock, tick, tock
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