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Monthly Archives: September 2011

31 years.

Never understood.

The criticism.

His lyrics sounded fine to me.

Never understood.

The praise.

After.

Automatic for the People.

A brilliant band that ceased to exist way after I grew old.

19 years ago.

7 Chinese Bros. …

(I’m listening to now)

(and So. Central Rain is soon to follow. Not even so sorry yet)

Milena.

She will return … she will return.

Perfect Circle I used to sing to her.

When she was dying and told her I would join her soon.

Hasn’t happened yet.

I’m being impatient.

I know.

That’s a terrible song, she said.

Don’t look so disappointed, she said.

I know you can’t sing, she said.

And I know you really try, she said.

Don’t laugh, I said.

Don’t be sarcastic, I said.

What does that mean again, she said.

It hurts, she said.

I know, I said.

So.

Sorry.

 

 

All this helping you, cleaning a room.

Brings back memories.

We used to laugh about it.

So different, Husten, so indifferent.

(you have become)

So chasing the Dollar.

(you always were)

I miss how you used to wank me.

I miss not feeling embarrassed.

(about my facial expressions)

Keep your chin up about Milena.

10 year anniversary soon.

Don’t drink, just please don’t drink it away.

(we’ll see)

(I promise)

Your promises are worth nothing.

Baby, we’ll be fine.

All we gotta do is brave and be kind.

Hmmm.

(not sure)

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