Maybe the sun will shine today
The clouds will roll away
Maybe I won’t be so afraid
I will understand everything has its plan
Either way...
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Some people got shot this morning as I was walking through the city. There was a barricade, a mob of onlookers gorging on the spectacle, some blood on the concrete, police with the police look on their faces, the not nice one, the MOVE one, and there was me. And I couldn't get these beautiful songs out of my head, and I'm sorry for the fucking human tragedy but the whole thing's a human tragedy and one tiny decision made by two people to speak out about a girl being dragged by her hair means they got shot for their troubles, and that's how quickly everything can turn and that's the ironic curtain closing on an act of kindness. I keep walking, the music in my head and the winter sky makes the whole thing more real, my dream, is more real, I'm sorry you had to get shot in it. People are fucked sometimes. No wonder it's so nice to find love.
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It was raining real heavy and it was dark and the moon was out but barely and I just wanted to cross the road, near the bend where the cars can't see you if they're going too fast. I put my hands in my pocket, it was ice and velvet and I just tried to get to the other side of the road when all of a sudden this fast red car came around the corner and you know what it did? It sped up and deliberately swerved toward me as I was running across the road, nowhere even near it, and all I can see in my head is what if I had tripped, or better still...what if I wanted to die and just stood there and took it and my brains were a sexier, slicker more attractive red - a stain of my mind - and that driver with his vibe his tough, lived haunted by me, the guy who only had to cross the road. People are fucked sometimes. No wonder it's so nice to find love.
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The whole purpose of finding love is to escape the madness of the rest of the world, into an insanity of your own creation. An insanity where lovers are the sun, the centre, the explosion, revolving around each other and discovering billions of unexplored stars deep within each other's eyes.
I love Uranus, you love M'ars.
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The mass - pulsating flesh, opinions, ambitions, flaws, wars, politics - when looked at from a distance, repulses me more than I can eloquently describe. But people, individual ones, are sometimes so amazing, and so full of surprises, and so human. When you're close to someone, it's common to say, "we're so alike, you and I"...
I wish we were all a little closer to each other.
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Oh yeah, I almost forgot. If there's still anyone out there who hasn't heard the new Wilco album, please do so now. The world will be a little bit better for it. It's quite indescribably perfect.
Sunday, June 17, 2007
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