...because he understands who the real supervillians are.
[h-t: Rob at Say Anything]
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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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- Then you'd better go catch it.
- Hard to follow up that post...
- Cuz it's You and Me and the Drunk-Scamming-for-Peo...
- Everything I do, I do it for you.
- "Muse"
- "That's the way it goes, it'll all work out."
- "plans i haven't made"
- "...cuz flame and moth got a sweetheart deal..."
- Time to buy more Frank Miller...
- Suggested Listening
- Premonitions
- Signs That You are Consuming Too Much Entertainmen...
- Relief
- Yes, *another* lyric post.
- You Don't Know Jack. (Updated)
- "Do you like scary movies?"
- Unfinished Business
- Friday Silliness
- hope
- he never said, she never said.
- each time gets a little easier.
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