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Joseph sits on skinny chairs, reads the funnies she would be tall, pretty hair, she don’t see see he won’t be reading one bit, he looks dumb just staring, looking fat, broken, glum she cleans up all the plates —Put those dishes down, now is a time for ********** I’ll take you now, and wonder if I’ve taken steps enough to excuse my idleness; in time you’ll leave, and supine, I’ll take a coat of lyme and let the lines loose We will communicate through touch and kiss and enjoy the full of it, pull in the harvest; light and movies romance the **** out of me at last, we are at the end of all things irony Christ that **** impersonal. —This music don’t be coming from them that is right, that is absolutely the end of them they just end, I don’t care, I let it be how come you so foolish, Joseph? I don’t see why are you so foolish? —You play the guitar by ear and plucking at this moment they are dinosaur hunting time is absurd and disgusting I don’t understand it, I’m simply saying you played some songs I knew at the time But how different are your songs from mine attach your seatbelts to your right hand buckles, fine away with it, away with them all, please I am telling, telling, understand, please different in a few ways, love —Joseph, you play the drums too loud you are a big, dumb, idiot head they end, it certainly has to be it’s apocalyptic, something like this, said she such a dummy you Joseph the movie drums its so vicious loud the end a dumb idiot head that’s a thing she might have said at the time and you are given a full witness to the violence of our time Joseph plays bad harmonica.
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Feb 13, 2010
Feb 13, 2010 at 3:00 PM UTC
Joseph Really Alone, Imagines Things, Watches Jurassic Park
Joseph sits on skinny chairs, reads the funnies she would be tall, pretty hair, she don’t see see he won’t be reading one bit, he looks dumb just staring, looking fat, broken, glum she cleans up all the plates —Put those dishes down, now is a time for ********** I’ll take you now, and wonder if I’ve taken steps enough to excuse my idleness; in time you’ll leave, and supine, I’ll take a coat of lyme and let the lines loose We will communicate through touch and kiss and enjoy the full of it, pull in the harvest; light and movies romance the **** out of me at last, we are at the end of all things irony Christ that **** impersonal. —This music don’t be coming from them that is right, that is absolutely the end of them they just end, I don’t care, I let it be how come you so foolish, Joseph? I don’t see why are you so foolish? —You play the guitar by ear and plucking at this moment they are dinosaur hunting time is absurd and disgusting I don’t understand it, I’m simply saying you played some songs I knew at the time But how different are your songs from mine attach your seatbelts to your right hand buckles, fine away with it, away with them all, please I am telling, telling, understand, please different in a few ways, love —Joseph, you play the drums too loud you are a big, dumb, idiot head they end, it certainly has to be it’s apocalyptic, something like this, said she such a dummy you Joseph the movie drums its so vicious loud the end a dumb idiot head that’s a thing she might have said at the time and you are given a full witness to the violence of our time Joseph plays bad harmonica.
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Feb 13, 2010
Feb 13, 2010 at 3:00 PM UTC
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