October 2011
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narcosis:
St. Vincent - These Days
Another night of ruminating
I lay out on an old sun chair lounger and stare out at the moving cloud covered sky. It is late evening and the sun fades. I hear the neighbors phone chiming its obnoxious ring. I see there is some orange in a cloud. My eyes slowly become weak, and I then feel the first raindrop descend right onto my forehead. I am tired and finally realize that here I am exhausted, but from absolutely nothing.
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September 2011
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