Because every time I go there, I have to buy a new CD or DVD.
Yesterday was no exception. I can't help it--it's so pretty.
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"And I am a writer, writer of fictions / I am the heart that you call home / And I've written pages upon pages / trying to rid you from my bones..." -- "The Engine Driver" by The Decemberists
About Me
- Dave
- A recovering "slacker lit-geek," now trying to make good on all that untapped potential he kept hearing about.
friends who care for me
in beds in little rooms
bones beneath my skin
beneath the dust and love
ain't this position familiar
it's 4:30 a.m. on a tuesday
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- No title
- Seems like i keep on saying this...
- Rebelling
- "skip to the good part"
- Worthy of a 1-Up
- Tuesday Required Reading
- Target owns my soul...
- Calling off the search...
- PBB Cool Ten (9/25-10/2)
- A Word about the Chinese
- *placeholder post*
- "Here I am--Rock you like a Hurricane"
- Odds and Ends
- Snarky Two-Sentence Reaction to the Second Half of...
- Feed Your Ego
- AAAARRRRR!!!
- Pithy One-sentence Reaction to the First Half of "...
- The PBB Third Anniversary Ridiculous Trivia Quiz! ...
- What's today?
- [less than]
- Obligatory
- Don't go away, say that you'll stay...
- Honestly, I may have subconsciously been going for...
- scrap of something unwritten 2
- Cleaning out the Junk Drawer
- PBB Cool Ten (9/11-9/17)
- BLOG! How I've missed you!
- I'd prefer to think of myself as "slacker-lit-geek...
- Pre-empted
- [what i'm feeling]
- Beat Katrina
- Do Not Be Overcome
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