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Unsettled. Antsy, uncomfortable, out of place. Out of place, yes, that's it. Can't quite put a finger on it, but it's tricky, and it's giving me a mighty itch.

Soon enough, work and love will make a man out of you.

Through and through.

Lots going on but nothing I much want to do. The shows, oh the shows.

I probably miss you.

I Broke Up (SJ)

It was not posed
It messed me up
It was her recording herself whisper
"What is it worth to me"
Thinking one thought
The advice to be okay
Break into children's hospital crying out

"Don't fuck with me, don't fuck with me!"

And I broke up
Without a note
And I broke up
Behind your house
And I broke up

It's...
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"Can I see your boarding pass please?"
-Oh, sure, sorry. Here you go.
"Are you alright?"
-I. . . yeah, I'm alright, I'm fine.
"You'll call him and talk to him when you get home, everything'll be okay."
-Thank you.
"You're good to go, please step forward. Have a good night."
-Thanks. Thank you.

Then I bought a chocolate bar and Freakonomics and got on...
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Final installment of Confidence Rock on The Fabulist. You can feel me.

Austin in 3 days? 4 days?

I dropped my laundry off at the fluff and fold this morning (finally). It made me feel classy, and since I was feeling decadent and irresponsible anyway, I went and had breakfast at The Standard. They gave me a mini Nutella with my English muffin.

I cannot...
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There once was a lonely girl. Each day and night she'd spend alone, listening to records on 45-rpm, naming inanimate objects, making shadow puppets on her skin. She would lay on her floor eyes clenched shut and listen to her sped up records and picture herself spinning inside the vinyl, atom sized- band and little backup singers. miniscule crowd in microscopic late night clubs.
She...
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School House Rock on The Fabulist.

you hold your closed hand out to me
and you told me to guess what you had inside
and i had a thousand guesses and some of them were good
but i knew for some reason that i was losing my mind
when the scent came rising
through the spaces between your fingers
when the scent called to me...
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Kimya Dawson on The Fabulist, Oh yes.
People left a lot of comments on The Fabulist for me yesterday, and I've gotta say, very little makes me happier. The joy I get from people thanking me for introducing them to music is unbelievable and you would all think I was being hyperbolic if I tried to explain.

I should have never started collecting vinyl....
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Talking Heads on The Fabulist.. Outtakes, demos, covers abound.

I'd really like to be friends with Kimya Dawson, I think we'd get along. We could ride bicycles and try on cute scarves even when it's warm outside and high five each other when one of us says something particularly clever.

I have so much to do at work today that I'm not even sure...
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