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I’m suddenly super depressed that I was never able to see A Perfect Circle live. I’m afraid APC might not tour again.
I didn’t get to see Puscifer either because no one wanted to go with me. :(
Why do I have to like (relatively) obscure musicians that no one else likes?
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It’s incredibly uncomfortable when I try to explain to people that the same man who wrote these lyrics:
“With my feet upon the ground, I lose myself between the sounds.
And open wide to suck it in, I feel it move across my skin.
I’m reaching up and reaching out
I’m reaching for the random or whatever will bewilder me.
Whatever will bewilder me.
And following our will and wind, we may just go where no one’s been
We’ll ride the spiral to the end and may just go where no one’s been.
Keep Going. Spiral Out.
Is the same man that wrote these:
“It won’t go down, it won’t go down
My cuntry boner won’t go down
My boner, my boner, my boner, it won’t go down.”
Goddammit, Maynard.
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Tool - Parabol 800% slower, its like dying and going to heaven
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I know the pieces fit ‘cause I watched them fall away, mildewed and smoldering.
Fundamental Differing.
Pure intention juxtaposed will set two lovers souls in motion.
Disintegrating as it goes, testing our communication.
The light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us so, we cannot see to reach an end crippling our communication.
I know the pieces fit ‘cause I watched them tumble down.
No fault, none to blame.
It doesn’t mean I don’t desire to point the finger, blame the other, watch the temple topple over.
To bring the pieces back together, rediscover communication.The poetry that comes from the squaring off between, and the circling is worth it.
Finding beauty in the dissonance.
There was a time that the pieces fit, but I watched them fall away.
Mildewed and smoldering, strangled by our coveting.
I’ve done the math enough to know the dangers of our second guessing.
Doomed to crumble unless we grow, and strengthen our communication.
Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any sense of compassion….between supposed lovers.
I know the pieces fit.
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you know what new blog means
i can now reblog all the same old mjk shit
God, i love this guy
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