Why do I write sly things on the slow, and slow things on the sly?
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- Baggage
- 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
- Scab
- Fort Apache
- This feels weird
- Horrid
- High Tide
- Prep for the Hospital (I wasn't able to)
- Sniff
- Rebecca Reagan
- Bunny Hop
- Lefty
- Tornado Bomb
- 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
- Trigger
- Tom Davis
- Paranoia
- It was 10 years ago today
- Have and Have Not
- Blog Matrix
- Brick Giants, circa 1990
- Stoked
- Dave's here
- My weather
- Fuse
- Friend
- Dig
- Sly
- Sticking point
- Sin
- Holes
- Consciousness = Electricity
- Struck by lightening in 2002, kinda
- Shudder
- Impulse
- Tick, tock, tick, tock
- Tock, tock tock
- Tick, tick, tick
- No Legacy
- Cafe
- Man over
- Man over
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1 comment:
A profoundly deep, burning, mournful wail welling within. Despair.
I have altered my internal structure to fall into the gaping, yawning abyss.
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