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um, you know what i noticed?
i can't really cut and paste text from other things into the stupid program that i use to make my webpage. so its way too much of a pain. sooooooooo, good news for you, my few visitors, i'm gonna write original stuff here. which is good fr many reasons, the least of which is that i hate most of what i wrote before.
so stay tuned for j originals. woo! yah. |
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glistening in the sun the new experience comes as your savior saving you from 3pm saturday fallling all the time the falling never changes where it fell from always does remembering things that never happened homesick fr places never been to
in the beat, buildup its supposed to lead you to dancefloor salvation rediscovered by a gogo dancer with scuffed boots in 1973 it will lead to another breakdown deep house grooves supposedly the soul of the beast what you dont realize it leads out thru coatcheck thru the beer-stained streets and into sleep not exactly what they put on the color-filled flyers with the trip-induced graphics
well yah, there have been scenes attempts at turning it into a loop where the buildup did lead to attempts at the promise like the whole 60's peace and flowers late 80's Madchester 'up fer it' on E with their summers of love
but it ends... all you can do is slip on the records and nod yr head tap fingers move feet and such bringing back some of that instinctual buildup that resides in you, in yr spine somewheres
now i'm not saying it was necessarily like dance musics fr you, but there was something, thats the disclaimer
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someone made the promise "call on me and i'll send it along, with love, from me to you" the beatles. do you? i walked down the street and saw that it had been changed to nothing but an earnest plea of "dont let me down" dont let me down? dont let me down. |
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taking my snapshot looking for a bloodclot skanking at the ramrod findin out who i shot peeling out the lot i thought i was god found out that i'm not my kru was green stank gasoline blind like visine ruptured like a spleen
achoo. sorry there, i had one of them moments, like the moment yr about te sneeze and the like, but there, i did it and life-affirmer i am, i have enjoyed this journey and believe it to have made me stronger. |
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neeeeext! (that means you click bear) |
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