Seems I was born in the morning yesterday. Seems I was torn from the middle of a page. As if you were like something I once knew. A glitch in my mind, and familiar deja vu. You are amnesia. You are the things I just can’t remember now. Four to a buck and a crisis [...]
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Tagged: lyrics
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- 2006-09-30 – 20:15
- Author:
- By ddeboer
I grow up reading that love is all sorts of different things. I crack open this book and find out it’s about sacrifice, I open that one to discover it’s about doing the Right Thing. An American movie tells me it’s the rush. A French movie chides me on its futility. A song wishes more [...]
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Tagged: fiction
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- 2006-09-29 – 15:58
- Author:
- By ddeboer
Seems I was born in the morning yesterday. Seems I was torn from the middle of a page. As if you are like something I once knew. A glitch in my mind, and familiar deja vu. You are amnesia. You are the things I Just can’t remember now.
Categories: main
Tagged: lyrics
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- 2006-09-27 – 00:40
- Author:
- By ddeboer
You are bringing me coffee. It’s morning, or something like it: light should be lifting curtains, peeking underneath, but instead a mantle has fallen over the world and everything is waiting to breathe. Another Saturday. Remember when Saturdays felt so special? Now they’re every other day, simply a different workplace. You putter around the house, [...]
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Tagged: fiction
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- 2006-09-22 – 15:33
- Author:
- By ddeboer
I’m going to cut my eyebrows off if I raise them one more time. Gah.
Categories: main
Tagged: videoblogging
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- 2006-09-16 – 17:22
- Author:
- By ddeboer
Don’t ask me what it’s like, setting forest fires and walking through. It’s being set alight with the pain of love and losing you again. Do you remember when we set that half-built house aloft? In someone else’s clothes, you brushed the sawdust and ashes off my back. No matter what I’ve won it all [...]
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Tagged: lyrics
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- 2006-09-14 – 21:29
- Author:
- By ddeboer
I keep a bus schedule tacked to the wall beside my bed. I don’t know why. It doesn’t mean much to me now; it’s not the symbol it was five years ago. But it’s still a symbol, something I see before switching the lights off every night, even if I don’t really see it. I [...]
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Tagged: fiction
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- 2006-09-14 – 15:30
- Author:
- By ddeboer
Have I never asked you to stop reading? There it is, stop now. You deserve better words, strong words, brave words, words that twist and dance and tap rhythms on hardwood. Stop now. Silence in the room. They are all waiting for the words, the strong words, the brave words, my words twisting and dancing [...]
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Tagged: poetry
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- 2006-09-13 – 22:48
- Author:
- By ddeboer
“No, you’re pressing all the wrong keys. See? If you put your fingers here and then here, it sounds better. It sounds like you have worked out a harmony.” “I’m not trying to work out a harmony. I’m trying to tell a story in the notes, the way they fight with eachother, the way they’re [...]
Categories: main
Tagged: music
- Published:
- 2006-09-10 – 22:55
- Author:
- By ddeboer