October 2011
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September 2011
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johnny—marr:
“how to make thousands of girls orgasm at once” a book by radiohead
“Radiohead fans, if you were a true fan, you’d be watching this on vinyl.”
– Stephen Colbert (via wayoutofsync)
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shamefullyinspired asked: i think i might be in love with you
Anonymous asked: your writing makes me horny
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Radiohead on public television: Gracie Cee stars...
1st viewing: locked my door, turned the lights out, climbed into bed, screamed my Groupie-for-Greenwood scream when Jonny appeared, decided right then and there not to give a fuck about anyone else, only to have eyes for Jonny—(but couldn’t resist dancing with Thom every now and then), not waiting for any good-by after Lotus Flower ended— you know, like the feeling you get when...
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The instant flash is fleeting on D1G1TAL L0VE.
Meanwhile—
A Tortoiselike— Yearning—
Aligns with Timelessness—
“Analog Love”, the nostalgic girl cries in cursive.
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And then I notice the music flooding out of every part of the apartment at once—the couch, the walls, even the floor—and I know X is alone in Y’s studio, pouring music down around us. A minute ago it was “Don’t Let Me Down”. Then it was Blondie’s “Heart of Glass”. Now it’s Iggy Pop’s “The Passenger”.
Listening, I think, You will never know how much I understand you.
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Walking in Holden's footsteps →
I feel like I live in Grand Central Station because I’m always lost. Still looking for that unnamed record store, I need to find the “Little Shirley Beans” record that Holden gave to Phoebe. I’ll probably end up buying myself a people-hunting hat so its magical powers will lead me there.
Also, gonna walk to Sutton Place Park where Mr. Antolini lived closeby—(and...
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First day in MA, arrived at Logan International at 5am, took the train to my hotel in Cambridge and passed out cold when my head hit the pillow. Took (sinisterly old) public transit once again to Boston and it was indeed terribly, terrifically lovely, but something— something that was so great in my imagination’s existence was virtually missing in real life. This seems to be a...
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“So drunk in the September sun, and you’re the kind of girl I like because you’re empty, and I’m empty”
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A lovely boy graced my ears with this gem today in...
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“But who can say what’s best? That’s why you need to grab whatever chance you...”
– Norwegian Wood, Haruki Murakami (1987)
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