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And then everything went 1978
Feb. 22nd, 2009 02:56 am- and stopped. That’s what you get for sitting in a crash bar too long, he thought, everything smears.
Listening to the bloody Rolling Stones again – aint it weird, yes it is. Trying to spoon more of the congealed sweetener into a swamp of black coffee, like hiding evidence, like burying a corpse.
And the music – some randomly titled confusion of sessions – it was still now, with every plastic tinsel glittering sound from way back, the thin wire layers of muzak and demon irony.
So very now.
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Listening to the bloody Rolling Stones again – aint it weird, yes it is. Trying to spoon more of the congealed sweetener into a swamp of black coffee, like hiding evidence, like burying a corpse.
And the music – some randomly titled confusion of sessions – it was still now, with every plastic tinsel glittering sound from way back, the thin wire layers of muzak and demon irony.
So very now.
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