thank you sebastian. this is still one of the most beautiful songs i have ever heard
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i steal songlines
To be perfectly clear about this; I steal songlines. In fact, I steal from everywhere. Music, films, books, comics, friends. Only about 50% from the content of the worddrawings comes from me. just so you know.
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Horror vacui
July 16, 2009
We turned 25. The concept of the year before was no doubt growing up; Accepting myself not being able to put on the cap on my toothpaste, but to search for the toothpastes that have a flip-cap instead.
So i celebrate. 2 patient and loyal friends, eager to drink, talk bullshit, have a laugh and relax. We love each other. No need for more. i am an adult.
I invite a man. He of all notices me. Not even once. I had to invite him. i chant to myself. i’m calm.
i try to please all. i move around like i’m doing a honky tonk with horseshit on my boots and serve dinner. We eat but it stinks. friends can’t stand the smell and tell me there’s shit on my boots and call it a day. He and i are alone.
The smell penetrates and he sees that his feet are also covered. Even more than mine. You can’t tango with that much horseshit on your feet.
Happy birthday. i’m not scared to be alone. I say no.
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