Dig it?
partay at my house tonight. who wants to come?
Red House Painters rock my socks.
Linz is home. Yay. My home is once again filled with sound and guitar and girl. The sound of a million IMs bleeping.
We're trying to remember this song she was writing before she left.
And holy jesus, is it cold as a bastard out there.
I'm wearing my sexy new boxer briefs, first pair ever (I'm a regular...
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Linz is home. Yay. My home is once again filled with sound and guitar and girl. The sound of a million IMs bleeping.
We're trying to remember this song she was writing before she left.
And holy jesus, is it cold as a bastard out there.
I'm wearing my sexy new boxer briefs, first pair ever (I'm a regular...
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keith:
It is warm in here, in spots. It's a really old place (1927!), with a standup unit furnace so it's really warm in some places and cold in the outer reaches of the apartment. It snowed!
mmm.. cookies. that sounds like a good idea.
mmm.. cookies. that sounds like a good idea.
boxterjulep:
red house painters is good stuff. that guy had a hell of a life.
I imagined you were my imagination but then i realized you're only Imagined, you really exist.
I imagined you were my imagination but then i realized you're only Imagined, you really exist.
So I'm experimenting with this Shoutcast server thing. If you've got some sortof broadband, and want to listen to what Radio Keith would sound like, click here.
hellkitten:
Congratulations - you added me to your friends list, in turn making yourself my first official SG buddy. You win! You lucky bugger, you.
,o)
,o)
Did you ever have to be somewhere in, let's say, an hour, but you procrastinate and procrastinate getting in the shower because of all the work it entails? You're like "Yeah the shower part is all good but then I gotta dry my hair, and blah blah blah, find clothes. ugh." Is anybody else that lazy?
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linz:
i love you!
hellkitten:
yeah, i do that all the time. espeically since my hair is kinky, and not the fun kind. having to fix it to look reasonable can be a pain in the ass sometimes.
+o)
+o)
Alright, the new song returns in a much smaller file size.
Pllleassee, download it and let me know what ya think.
Lyrics (Yes they're cheesy but it's a SONG darnit)
My eyes can see you
but my heart can't feel
your presence yet
but soon I'll bet
that we will be together in
the sunlight of tomorrow
and start again
with nothing but our love...
Pllleassee, download it and let me know what ya think.
Lyrics (Yes they're cheesy but it's a SONG darnit)
My eyes can see you
but my heart can't feel
your presence yet
but soon I'll bet
that we will be together in
the sunlight of tomorrow
and start again
with nothing but our love...
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keith:
Yeah, the echo was an experiment. It's so rough, just wrote that saturday and recorded it through the puter's mic with windows sound recorder. The echo comes from a mixer. I thought it was neat. :-/
linz:
woohoo! you sing pertty like a little bird!
Come to tattered fret-tings of deferent empire,
come to the scattered shattered noise of loss,
come to me and loud silence
I cry! I scream!
Telegraphs from inside--message received and lost,
blocked like a punch, delivering only a shuddering impact
Stagger back unchecked but still again--gloves raised,
chin upright, shoulders taught,
but the eyes give away the game
unceasingly frail.
Knowledge and knowing become naught...
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come to the scattered shattered noise of loss,
come to me and loud silence
I cry! I scream!
Telegraphs from inside--message received and lost,
blocked like a punch, delivering only a shuddering impact
Stagger back unchecked but still again--gloves raised,
chin upright, shoulders taught,
but the eyes give away the game
unceasingly frail.
Knowledge and knowing become naught...
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She sings to me of Ferlinghetti
in the Arctic of the heart
She knows every word
In the desert lonely
she is a mirage of water
perhaps to stumble into
surprised to discover its tangibility
Or
to stumble onward to dry death
never having reached that dream
The story as yet unwritten
The first verse begun
Has the protagonist met a savior
or a villain?...
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in the Arctic of the heart
She knows every word
In the desert lonely
she is a mirage of water
perhaps to stumble into
surprised to discover its tangibility
Or
to stumble onward to dry death
never having reached that dream
The story as yet unwritten
The first verse begun
Has the protagonist met a savior
or a villain?...
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I'm sick of this. This whole situation I'm in:
I'm sick of smoking cigarettes.
I'm sick of being overweight.
I'm sick of being broke and the bills piling up.
I'm sick of being addicted to caffeine.
I'm sick of being single, and not getting laid (sorry to be so crass, but that's how it is), while everyone around me is getting theirs-and then some.
I'm...
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I'm sick of smoking cigarettes.
I'm sick of being overweight.
I'm sick of being broke and the bills piling up.
I'm sick of being addicted to caffeine.
I'm sick of being single, and not getting laid (sorry to be so crass, but that's how it is), while everyone around me is getting theirs-and then some.
I'm...
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Yeah.
hellkitten:
wow. you're cute.
The sun is up, the sky is blue, it's beautiful
and so are you.
Dear Prudence, won't you come out to play?
Poetry book coming out. Anyone want?
and so are you.
Dear Prudence, won't you come out to play?
Poetry book coming out. Anyone want?