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bric by bric
at the violet hour, when the eyes and back turn upward from the desk, when the human engine waits like a taxi throbbing waiting, i tiresias, though…
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one foggy christmas eve
i never gave it much thought, but i don't recall much in the way of fog in my christmas pasts. so the lyric now really stands out to me as bizarre as…
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more along those lines
rewatching twin peaks: from the red room scene in s3e2 i'm reminded of something i noticed the first time which i hadn't seen talked about: the…
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