February 2012
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January 2012
22 posts
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Depeche Mode- But Not Tonight
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Anna Ranger- I Wanna Be Your Boyfriend
dance
R.I.P. Lady Gaga
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glorymary:
★ 9/7/2008 - † 1/12/2012
god bless her soul.
LOL!!!! BYE BYEEE LADY WHOOOOOOOOOO, YOU’VE OVERSTAYED YOUR WELCOME FOR WAYYYYY TOO LONG
HAHAH BOOM BITCH BYE
DONT LET THE DOOR HIT YOUR REDUCTIVE ASS ON THE WAY OUT
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Anna Ranger- As Angry As They Come
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December 2011
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Erasure- Fingers & Thumbs
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Two Aunts
When I feel the old hunger coming on,
I think of my two great-aunts,
A farmer’s daughters,
Speaking into the dusk in North Dakota.
I imagine the dark baron
Riding out of their mouths,
Thick-skinned and girded
Against disaster, swathed
In cuirass and chainmail and a curse.
My hunger was theirs
Too long ago. It swims in my blood,
Groping for a foothold.
It is the dark I thrust my tongue...
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Reasons
For our own private reasons
We live in each other for an hour.
Stranger, I take your body and its seasons,
Aware the moon has gone a little sour
For us. The moon hangs up there like a stone
Shaken out of its proper setting.
We lie down in each other. We lie down alone
And watch the moon’s flawed marble getting
Out of hand. What are the dead doing tonight?
The padlocks of their tongues...
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Q Lazzarus- Goodbye Horses
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New Order- Dream Attack from Technique
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November 2011
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Listen
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MOTHER, I cannot mind my Wheel
No longer could I doubt him true— All other men may use deceit; He always said my eyes were blue, And often swore my lips were sweet.
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“For each ecstatic instant
We must an anguish pay
In keen and quivering ratio...”
– Emily Dickinson
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October 2011
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my reaction to when they showed stasi punch shelly...
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Mailbox Blue (Ars Poetica)
I don’t know either, Jean— the color of the sweater the man next to us is wearing: red, I think, light or dark or regular red, not pink, I do know, but can never match object to crimson to cerise to scarlet—red, just red, plain red, if you ask me. Sometimes I cheat: Mead-envelope-box red or Irene-McKinney’s-book-cover red or leaves-on-the-sidewalk-the-morning-he-died...