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☰☱☲☳ ∞ i AM iTWiTiS ∞ ☴☵☶☷

This blog is dedicated to the broken and the beaten... the dejected and delirius... kicked -->anb<-- kottled -->anp<-- sid'lex'ik ---> and kite strung faye flailing in the breeze of this dark night. Read, reread, read on. The scrapes and the scatter are crumbs upon a trail of redeaming. Please, don't try and understand this... read it 'till you can smell it.

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Location: Frogtown, Minnesnowduh

i am real. i can hear you... at least i think it's you.

2005/03/11

Distance Matters Most To Those Who Are Not Present.

, said the man with the closed knit tie.

http://minnesota.publicradio.org/radio/services/thecurrent/

listen to andrew bird here. his shit was live and there is only one of him. how does he play the guitar and the violin and sing better than frank sinatra + jeff buckley combined all at once while wrestling an octopus? listne. hrigt. uow. ko?

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