Fiirst noticed this embarassing trait back then: that if I write to piano, I'm going to bang my own keys likewise. Back when I was still "dating" Tori, I'd even straddle the seat in front of the computer. Tonight I've not given up. 1000 words flow in an instant with the right soundtrack (oh, guess). Somethings are just required to write about violence like this. "christopher, i was your prisoner, christopher, i hope you're happy now chistopher thank you for everything but i'm not listening anymore nor do i plan to contribute to NPR christopher what do you take me for i'm not just any old talk show host groupie.... oh christopher.....is there a chance for me? christopher...beautiful, beautiful christopher....beautiful, beautiful, beautiful christopher...." - amanda palmer (Pssst: yeah, I'm being that girl, with the lyrics, in her blog, before dawn. Tonight I'm getting shit done though, so let it be.)...

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