Where did I put that?
Somewhere near You grabbed my hand, and we fell into it. Like a daydream. Or a fever. I got lost in:
Kiss me, you are beautiful. These are truly the last days. September 6, 2010 Revolving doors that only open when someone exits III Sides To Every Story Gourmand Telling you Usergroup Kurt Cobain's Suicide Note I have failed She is that most perfect art Pony Among the lost: Schrödinger's Assassin Noders' poetry we wake up every morning and train to jump into the sun Squeeze Box Insistent around three a.m., things broke Daydream blunted affect Antipyresis Full Moon Fever Belinda, Tuesday morning Dem Bones Dressed, out the door, dreaming Welcome to the Land of Entrapment It is a strange thing to wake up every day and do things you care nothing about Motivate me to move and I'll give you a reason to stay in bedWe are trapped in the belly of this horrible machine, and the machine is bleeding to death The New Mummies entropy and apathy have given my heart away just as carelessly and as meticulously planned as ever Disheveled The "naked at school" dream February 19, 2011 precision vs. accuracy Perfect Blue Buildings February 18, 2011 How we were, before you were Kit April 1, 2008 Lost In Space All that was left of her was a damp handkerchief Moonage Daydream Why there is no moloch13 moonraking Apocrypha Heartsilk Don't Go Away Der Erlkönig My Pretty Pony Simplistic Stilly He dreamt the sky bled greyblue and poetry There is not much new to say about snow, or about broken love Elle sourit en apprenant que la fin du monde approchait. Battlezone Li Qingzhao's lingering fragrance you want to use blood; i say we use devotion How to say "I can eat glass, it does not hurt me" I will stitch your heart together with filthy twine and sex July 29, 2007 She opened her eyes, looked at a world made entirely of white light the flags are all dead at the tops of their poles cryomaniac Yanqui U.X.O. Möbius rose You've been slowly taking me over for nearly a year, do you know that? A nodermeet on a shoestring and shoe leather. London, April 2008. tides Her legs shifting underneath the desk Godspeed You Black Emperor! on the black current of a tarmac road New Europe Where are the girls