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I'm passing these open windows...

passing these open windows.

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singing softly to the dead.
"If at the end of a war story you feel uplifted, or if you feel that some small bit of rectitude has been salvaged from the larger waste, then you have been made the victim of a very old and terrible lie. There is no rectitude whatsoever. There is no virtue. As a first rule of thumb, therefore, you can tell a true war story by its absolute and uncompromising allegiance to obscenity and evil."
- Tim O'Brien

I'm done with LJ. I've moved on to Blogger.


I can hear so much in your sighs
And I can see so much in your eyes
There are words we both could say
But don't talk, put your head on my shoulder

Come close, close your eyes and be still
Don't talk, take my hand and let me hear your heart beat

Being here with you feels so right
We could live forever tonight
Let's not think about tomorrow
And don't talk, put your head on my shoulder

Come close, close your eyes and be still
Don't talk, take my hand and listen to my heart beat

Listen, listen, listen.

Don't talk, put your head on my shoulder
Don't talk, close your eyes and be still



DEAD Bands:
Denouement
Black Lagoon Attack
Vaster Than Empires
Dukes

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