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:: Thursday, February 09, 2006 ::

Garbage Milk...

I am milk
I am red hot kitchen
And I am cool
Cool as the deep blue ocean

I am lost
So I am cruel
But I'd be love and sweetness
If I had you

I'm waiting
I'm waiting for you
I'm waiting
I'm waiting for you

I am weak
But I am strong
I can use my tears to
Bring you home
Labels: Music

:: And that's all she wrote 12:12 PM [+] ::
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3 Comments:

Anonymous said...

I hate something positive so badly. To have such a bland, unfunny, consistent dose of negativity reminds me of that old philosophy exercise (I may just be making this up) about the Cynic who stubs his toe: regardless of the disdain he holds for conventional views of pain, he will still yell.

6:11 AM, February 10, 2006

Anonymous said...

erm, the point being that even the most cynical (and we only have pretend cynics nowadays, not the greek kind) have at best only a fragile detachment from our everyday world.

6:14 AM, February 10, 2006

nimezs said...

I don't know how your comments relate to the post, but your brand of humour is not mine.

5:22 PM, February 13, 2006

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