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Reading magazines in lawnchairs
6:39 p.m. 2003-07-24

Ten line poetry coupled with insomniac dreams. A thousand pictures summed up in one word 'formulaic'. Songs mean nothing if u didn't write them and the fact that u wrote them means nothing at all. The only real credential is 'it came out before i could stop it' because that's the only time it isn't preplanned. I wrote a song last night, first one in weeks, all it needs now are lyrics and i'm waiting for them to come. Or maybe you could write them.

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