February 2012
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some descriptions of boys
“he’s really into outer space and hawkwind and getting high”
“i’m not sure if he’s hot but he’s leaving the city so you wouldn’t have to worry he’d like, try to like you long or anything”
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rolling around in the dirt of my voice awhile.
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WatchThank you for this song, Damian! It makes me really happy.
In fact, this whole album is so wonderful.
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thinking about background vox as the unconscious. all that moaning.
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need to heed my own advice today →
the dark backward
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woodentooth:
Love - A House Is Not A Motel
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patience is a virtue. virtue is a drag.
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stupid february, at least you’re sending me songs.
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Watchoh, why not?
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IN THE BODIES OF WORDS
For Elizabeth Bishop (1911-1979)
Tips of the reeds silver in sunlight. A cold wind sways them, it hisses through quills of the pines. Sky is clearest blue because so cold. Birds drop down in the dappled yard: white breast of nuthatch, slate catbird, cardinal the color of blood. Until today in Delaware, Elizabeth, I didn’t know you died in Boston a week ago. How can it be you went from the...
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