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| Thursday, 16-Jun-2005 00:00 |
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It's a god-awful small affair.
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[New and old pictures. Some from the Vancouver airport. Some from a few months ago on a trip to Victoria.]
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| Monday, 28-Mar-2005 00:00 |
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It was a dinosaur act.
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And putting your foot down, the nail shot up like a bright red snowflake.
[Pedro the Lion/Low. March 26th, 2005.]
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| Friday, 4-Mar-2005 00:00 |
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You're Slipping Away
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How I long to be found.
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| Wednesday, 23-Feb-2005 00:00 |
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We're So Heavy.
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We'll take this city while it's sleeping.
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| Thursday, 27-Jan-2005 00:00 |
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It Makes No Difference To Me.
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I'm not going outside.
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| Monday, 10-Jan-2005 00:00 |
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Mass Romantic
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Well, I've walked two hundred miles, now look me over. It's the end of the chase and the moon is high. It won't matter who loves who [you'll love me or I'll love you] when the night comes falling from the sky.
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| Monday, 3-Jan-2005 00:00 |
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The Longest Winter.
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Held to the past, too aware of the pending chill.
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Without a trust or flaming fields, am I too dumb to refine?
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Undeneath the power lines seeking shade, far above our heads are the icy heights that contain all reason.
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| Thursday, 23-Dec-2004 00:00 |
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Stay Where You Are
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Abbreviated daylight.
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Waiting for a winter to be done.
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What is simple by the moonlight in the morning never is.
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I feel like getting rid of all my things...maybe just disappear into the fog. The traffic roars, my stomach screams like a gang of angry dogs.
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| Friday, 5-Nov-2004 00:00 |
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Everybody's Gotta Learn Sometime
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You took all that moment, you kept it in the sun.
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| Thursday, 28-Oct-2004 00:00 |
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Twilight.
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Waving at my lost reflection again.
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Your love is sad, shooting star.
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I'm floating in a black balloon.
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Burning every bridge that I cross to find some beautiful place to get lost. Well, I don't know where I'll go now, and I don't really care who follows me there, but I'll burn every bridge that I cross, and find some beautiful place to get lost.
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