February 2012
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beethoven, symphony no 7, II karajan, berliner phil.
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the words fell out of your mouth like vomit and formed themselves into a rope which i then used to tie around my neck like a noose and hung from the nearest tree.
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it’s cuckoo o’clock and i am swallowing salt sachets to tranquilize my tastebuds.
Listen
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two-incisors asked: one day i will make a move on your blog and mum will walk in on me making out with the screen.
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a. i wrote your name on my hand in indelible ink in hope that i would not forget you. i woke with your name imprinted on the side of my face so i guess that i shall not forget you.
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today is okay.
