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Ha! That rhymed! :pleased: :o I have a sudden urge to clean my room... :vanish:

You know it's an insane hour when you have nothing at all to say... But you post something anyway. :P

Damien Rice = :cool: :cool: :cool: :cool: :cool: I'm gonna try my damnedest to see in October. I just need twenty bucks and a friend to take me to Hollywood -- which is far more difficult than it sounds. I hope he's worth the trouble. :tongue:

Coldplay - Only Superstition :cool:

I am doing absolutely NOTHING :tongue: and enjoying it thoroughly. :cool:

:stunned: But you get to see the sun rise, watch tv unmolested, catch up on your reading, eat snack foods in bed, listen to old records, comb through old photographs, clean your room, write in your journal... and then you suck down a bunch of coffee in the morning and feel kinda funky all day. And when you go to bed, you crashland and have a great sleep! :D But I guess it's not for everyone. At the moment however, I am digging being an insomniac. :cool: Y'know I'm just going with it, but then, I'm not going anywhere. :rolleyes:

You don't enjoy insomnia?

David Gray - Gathering Dust I got no reason but that I must maybe I feel like I've been gatherin' dust I must leave this harbour for the sea I'm too young to settle down and make a home but I don't know where I'm wanting to be I just know I have to be there alone stole my time all my time stole my time for you pale winter sun is beatin' the ground why'm I throwin' away the best thing that I've found my young heart's in tatters and I'm sure that it will be a long time healing it's so hard to see what I'm doing this for when loneliness is all that I'm feeling stole my time all my time stole my time for you now the wind it is blowing blowing leaves from the trees I've got no use knowing that with time it'll ease I don't know where I'm going hope I get there soon cos my soul is hollow as the sorrowful moon na na na na... now the wind it is blowing blowing leaves from the trees I've got no use knowing that with time it'll ease I don't know where I'm going hope I get there soon cos my soul is hollow as the sorrowful moon the sorrowful moon the sorrowful moon na na na na... the night is raining on my weary head taking me back see the sun spread its wings of gold as the dawn unfurls hear the song that the moon sings to the darkened world feel the fire lighting in the bitter cold it's like the light that shines through the windows of your soul the windows of your soul na na na na... windows of your soul windows of your soul na na na na...

:/ funky

:snore: :o 9435! :sleeping2:

:lol: Perhaps it doesn't matter who 'twas aimed at... ;) Oooee, I've been up too long to think about what I post. 300 already? Whoa, what the fuzzy? :o

You know it's an "isane" hour when you respond to posts that aren't actually directed at yourself. But I just don't know what to do with myself. :rolleyes: Agh! the "A cuna- ma- tata" monkey is grooving to Bright Eyes! :o I guess he digs that drumming too. *begins tapping desk...*

:blank: I resemble that remark.

Alrighty then :) Back on topic... Bright Eyes - False Advertising on a string, on a string on a string I was held the way that I move, can you tell my actions are orchestrated from above and so I swing and I sway wave my hand, kick my leg and it's always right with the music (til all that swayin' starts to make you sick) for a song I was bought now I lie when I talk with a careful eye on the cue cards onto a stage, I was pushed with my sorrow well-rehearsed so give me all your pity and your money now all of it (we used to think that sound was something pure) but if I could act like this was my real life and not some cage where I been placed well then I could tell you the truth like I used to and not be afraid of soundin' fake now all anyone's listenin' for are the mistakes (oh I'm sorry!) no it's okay, it's okay 1-2-3, 1-2-3 [odd shouts and yells] in a house, by myself I hear the ice start to melt and I watch rooftops weep for the sunlight and I know what must change fuck my face, fuck my name they are brief and false advertisements for a soul I don't have somethin' true I have lacked and spent my whole life tryin' to make up for but I found in a song and in the people I love they will lift me up out of darkness and now my door, it stands open I'm invitin' everyone in we're gonna laugh we're gonna drink until the morning comes that's what we're gonna do come on, come on!

More Kevin Smith, from Mallrats :cool: Brodie You're going to listen to me? To something I said? Jesus, man! Haven't I made it abundantly clear during the tenure of our relationship that I don't know shit? I mean half the time I'm just talking out of my ass -- or sticking my hand in it. TS Now that is one of your more admirably deploreable traits. You, unlike me would beat up somebody's grandmother or an entire senior citizen's community if you believed in the principle. Brodie Yeah, but only if they were really old. Brodie The food court is downstairs. The cookie stand is upstairs. It's not like we're talking quantum physics here. TS The cookie stand counts as an eatery, the eateries are part of the food court. Brodie Bullshit! Eateries that operate within the designated square downstairs qualify as food court. Anything outside of said designated square is considered an autonomous unit for mid-mall snacking. Brodie There is something out there that can help ease our simultaneous double loss. TS Ritual suicide? Brodie No, you idiot! The fucking mall! Brodie Usual vault rules apply: touch not lest ye be touched. TS You're such an anal retentive bastard. Brodie Hey, I tried to teach you how to handle comics in the sixth grade, but oh no, you wanted to play little league instead. Brodie I love the smell of commerce in the morning! Brodie Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned for Sega. Silent Bob Adventure, excitement... a Jedi craves not these things. Trish (to TS) So, I heard you were going to propose to Brandi Svenning in some theme park. When are men going to learn that women want romance, not Mr Toad's Wild Ride. Brodie Be fair, everyone wants Mr Toad's Wild Ride.

wow, that's really lovely! :cool:

yes and no?

Yeah... is there something wrong with that? :confused:

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Well, it's a good song. As to it being a good thing, that's all a matter of opinion. :/

More Wilco can never hurt. :D Wilco - Ashes Of American Flags The cash machine is blue and green For a bundle of twenties and a small service fee I could spend three dollars and sixty-three cents On Diet Coca-Cola and unlit cigarettes I wonder why we listen to poets when nobody gives a fuck How hot and sorrowful, the machine begs for luck All my lies are always wishes I know I would die if I could come back new We want a good life with a nose for things the fresh wind and bright sky to endure my suffering I'm a hole without a key if I break my tongue Oh, speaking of tomorrow, how will it ever come? All my lies are always wishes I know I would die if I could come back new I'm down on my hands and knees every time I hear a doorbell ring I shake like a toothache every time I hear myself sing All my lies are only wishes I know I would die if I could come back new I would like to salute the ashes of American flags And all the fallen leaves filling up shopping bags

:stunned: That one's a little scary. 1462

:o Ach! There's another one! :o 9472 :D

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