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Nov. 11th, 2004 @ 03:50 am tippity.type.
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and the risk of driving on empty, and freezing to death at such hours, sitting in a bathroom that is ownerless, and hating everything bright about it. remember how much i used to hate the light? and your amused apologies made it so much easier. empty couldnt describe the half of it, well, probably, because it isnt even really there. pestimistic! the stairs make a noise, and the leaves are more dead than they were before, it's probably only been a day, but who actually knows? at ease now, but by mid day tomorrow... ughhhhhhhh. and it's always the halves. really. it is.



"there's no poetry between us" said the paper to the pen. something's burning in the attic, that her tongue will not defend. through the arc of conversation, past the teeth behind the smile, down the miracle mile, to the bottom of the ladder, paint your eyes and hide the tatters. what's the matter baby? could we go downtown to the middle of the world? you were always such a pretty girl, and you told me I was beautiful. "there's no poetry between us", said the paper to the pen, "and I get nothing for my trouble, but the ink beneath my skin". if your clothes are getting weary, and your soul's gone out of style, blame the miracle mile, and the bottom of the ladder, paint your eyes and hide the tatters. what's the matter baby? . . . I'm coming too.
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From:lilacsmack
Date:November 11th, 2004 03:01 pm (UTC)
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Does Gary Jules sing it in the version you listen to?
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From:mauraahh
Date:November 11th, 2004 05:43 pm (UTC)
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yes suh
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From:almosthorrific
Date:November 11th, 2004 06:49 pm (UTC)
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once. last night. i saw you.
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