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