Look, son - there's only two reasons why one does anything. Either in response to something else, or because the wires have just crossed each other, and you're doing the best you can with the language you have and the madness in your heart.
In short, odes and nonsense.
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Friday, August 26, 2011
Claustrophobic - first draft
Well, in case the hurricane claims me (or shuts down power for a while), here's one more song.
Inspired by a late night on the F train, where it felt like a bullet train.
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