| what do you want your tombstone to say? (if you're like me and want to be a tree, be hypothetical) |
[08 Nov 2015|02:14pm] |
If you're going to San Francisco, Lay some flowers on the grave stone. There's music on the station But I'm just listening to cold wind whistling.
And if they ever find me, Tell the papers: Cold wind blowing. |
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| what's a favorite throwback jam? |
[16 Jun 2015|09:51am] |
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giving out customs too |
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music |
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or lets just chat. i'm chatty today |
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| My babys spinnin, it's a packed dance floor. My heart is pumpin cryin out for more. The beat is heavy, any boy could be mine. So move on over, I'm the DJ's girl. |
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| tell me something, anything, while i attempt to settle down from this sugar high |
[11 May 2015|06:16pm] |
i ride this motherfucking beat like a traktor
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| toss me an answer |
[06 May 2015|06:27pm] |
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Friends say it's fine. Friends say it's good. Everybody says it's just like Robin Hood. I walk like a rat. Crawl like a cat. Sting like a bee. Babe I'm gonna be your man. And it's plain to see you were meant for me. Yeah, I'm your toy. Your 20th Century boy. Friends say it's fine. Friends say it's good. Everybody says it's just like Robin Hood. Fly like a plane. Drive like a car. Ball like a hound. Babe I'm gonna be your man. |
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| What do you get homesick for when you're away from your hometown? |
[17 Mar 2015|01:40am] |
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this post is brought to you by insomnia and the letter F. |
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| Maybe 'cause I come from such an empty-hearted town or maybe 'cause some love of mine had really let me down, but the only time I am lonely is when others are around. I just never end up knowing what to say. If I wanted someone to clean me up, I'd find myself a maid. If I wanted someone to spend my money, I wouldn't need to get paid. If I wanted someone to understand me, I'd have so much more to say. I want you to make the days move easy. |
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