I'm a non-orthogonal, stochastic, or maybe symplectic luminary-hearted soul got some of it wrong.
I'm "The Loneliness of the Middle-Distance Runner" in a "Stars of Track and Field"-kind of way,
I'm not Ulysses. I'm never going home.
Thus, it is only fitting that I suffer from Transatlanticisms.
You throw parties? How cool, I throw knives.
I know the trick is to keep breathing.
I'm pleased to spell "Ha-ha-ha, I've destroyed the hopes and the dreams of a generation of faux-romantics". But I do appreciate the smell of coffee on your breath against my neck.
And I'll blow you all to the wall when you realize what I've been working for.
(This is definitively a non-usual Thin Grad Line post. Just so that you all may learn a bit about my current music tastes... And my apologies in advance in case some of the videos are not available to Youtube viewers located in different countries.)
8.11.10
A Musical Affirmation
By/por Whiskas at/às 21:13
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