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- I Regret Coming Home
- Frivolent
- The Happiest Man Alive
- If Found
- I Really Don't Know What To Think
- I Am Too Drained To Write
- Even Wings Dead
- Unkempt, Broken, Uneven Fingernails
- It Is A Generous Sky Tonight
- But That's Insane
- You Know You're In A Beautiful Place
- Concrete Concrete Concrete Concrete
- This Place For Me
- Is It Really Him That I Want?
- I Just Don't Know What To Fucking Feel
- & Even So
- Futile
- These Feelings
- The Most Beautiful Tree
- Frail, Frail, Fragile Fear
- Abide by
- Why Should I Read It
- Secluded. Not Really Isolation.
- I'm Used To The Cold
- Today is One of Those Days
- Oh, Don't Be Afraid
- My Brain Is Turning
- I Fell
- Snap Snap Snap
- There Is No Point
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1 comment:
september 4, 2006
this place for me, has nothing
to do with the skyline.
obviously, the skyline is a bone
of this place, but it's not about
that! it's the concrete, the
water, the raw metal jutting out
from every which direction, the
boat, the fishers, the GRAFITTI,
the RUST, the driftwood,
HAVE YOU ANY IDEA?
WHAT THIS PLACE means to ME?
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