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"Everything counts a little more than we think..."

12 January 2009 Monday


slated in lyrics, stuff at 1:24 am

songs playing in my head the last few days:

maybe you’re young without youth or maybe you’re lost without knowing anything’s true; I think you’re young without youth. … sing a song about myself keep singing a song about myself not some invisible world… so you let me hear songs that were written all about you.. the good songs weren’t written for you; they’ll never be about you.


I cannot believe my eyes — how the world’s filled with filth and lies.. but it’s plain to see: evil inside of me is on the rise. Look around: we’re living with the lost and found. Just when you feel you’ve almost drowned, you find yourself on solid ground. And you believe there’s good in everybody’s heart; keep it safe and sound. …

~Dr. Horrible

Stand back everyone; nothing here to see — just imminent danger, in the middle of it: me. … A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do.

~Dr. Horrible

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