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Baby, like I said;
You're Joy Division, I'm New Order
I'm Krafty and you're a Disorder
You are the past and I am the future
And this is my greatest misadventure.
Now playing: New Order - Temptation
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Every good thing comes to an end is the saying and personally, I've never really gotten around to understanding that saying well enough to actually believe it. And today, my friends, today is the day I will finally surrender to that stupid string of words which puts an end to content and a marks the beginning of great depressions or if I may be so bold to say, greater beginnings. I'll never understand the human mind, how practicality takes a stand against emotional outcome and how doing what's right always functions against doing what's wrong. But then again, we all have been conditioned to think a certain way, behave in a certain manner, conduct our thoughts following a strict rule. Whoever the fuck defined what's wrong and what's right anyway? I still believe in doing what you think is best be it following your weak heart or following your headstrong mind. Whatever it is, articulate your thoughts in your actions. People often forget and end up saying a bunch of things they want to do, misguiding the surrounding souls. As long as people continue to live that way, or as long as people continue to behave that way, I will continue to see everyone in the world as a really confused member of the parliament. A member of a really fucked up parliament which in turn is, part of a really fucked up government. All playing the real dirty and overrated game of politics. Whoever said politics was even a game? It is in fact, the reality of our lives today. We are all confused governors, ministers, councillors, senators, commissioners, speakers. Speakers of not our mind, but speakers as commissioned by the government.
Now playing: Deerhunter - Agoraphobia
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Like any other Thursday, black as ever, like the clouds in the sky when I woke up this morning. First song I thought of in the shower was a DFA 1979 song, a Black Thursday playlist song definitely. But everything after that, today, everything that happened today, is supposed to happen on another day. Because every other day is fine except Thursday, it's black like everything that happens on that day; pure disappointment and misery. But today, was too good to be a Black Thursday. Today, in fact, felt more like Tuesday. Because Tuesdays are fine as hell. I feel so good today. I spent time with my lover and came home for dinner and my brother's lame birthday get-together at my grandparents' and it was all good. Abbey came along, we were in the car ride home with Abbey and it was cool. Then my mom whips out an iPhone 4 and goes so thanks for graduating with a diploma. Today wasn't a Black Thursday. Today was a fine-as-hell-Tuesday. I'm awed, really, at how fine Thursday's turned out to be. I can't quite wrap my finger around it but I think my Black Thursday spell could be broken. I know everyone's cursed with it and it gets broken one day. I guess it's when you stop giving much of a shit and let go, if you don't give a shit about anything and do whatever the fuck you want to do, your Thursdays could get better. They could become a fine-as-hell-Tuesday and you'll have two fine-as-hell-days in your week. Or you know what, maybe I'm feeling all this because I just toked up a little and everything's going so well right now that nothing bothers me anymore. Shit.
Now playing: Animal Collective - Brother Sport
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Only you can idolize someone who, apart from the cleverly disguised romantic sentiments in carefully written lyrics and witty understatements, is nothing but another white collar drug addict, stuck in a bottomless pit of dissatisfaction and yearning. And that, my love, greatly saddens me, for you are so, so much more.
Now playing: The Libertines - Time for Heroes
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She curls up her fingers and sharpens her nails, ready to tear my ears out for every time she tells me the story; the story about that never ending cycle of hurt. She reads my mind like a book; a book she's been waiting to burn for the poorly written sentiments that do not console her on a sleepless night. She strokes my hair with the back of her hand for her bare palms are too sensitive to feel the rough roots of my malnourished hair. In her eyes I see the burden of human emotions, thoughts about spirituality and responsibility, for the eyes give everything away like they do so freely with their tears. Her lips are almost colorless yet she constantly applies and re-applies her Nivea, Strawberry flavored. She carries in her soul a torch that burns so brightly, even her everlasting flow of tears cannot light out. She is the epitome of a lovesick teenager, she is the idol of worship for heartbroken teenage girls everywhere, she is this contagious disease that strikes the age of depression in everyone. She, is my best friend.
Now playing: Pink Floyd - Eclipse
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