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