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my god, REGRET instruction manual 02 is beautiful. &this morning, on the bus, a relic of a woman, a tiny thing all bundled up in coats and scarves, curled in on herself like a conch shell, as she timidly made her way off the bus, jason molina whispered in my ear, in a city that breaks us, i will say nothing and i could have cried- such tender beauty resides only on the outskirts of hope. then the whole walk, flashes in my head i saw his face bent over the mirror and the reflection; "eyes like runny yolks, sliding off the plate of his face". i thought about all the abandoned umbrellas in the world. how could i describe what they mean to me, the relevance of the symbolism to not only my life but my ideas on existence as a whole! and in another week or so, heading south with a sundress and my toenails painted, i'll roll my window down as we get closer to the equator. not that we'll really be that much closer- just LA: STARSNOSTARSINMYEYES! for some reason i keep thinking of the part in Stranger Than Paradise when they first get to florida. it's so light-hearted, but sort of thrilling in its possibility. the whole, 'there's something in the air' cliche. not that LA is like florida twenty plus years ago. not that either of these places compare to the bay area.
everyone should listen to this regret instruction manual/stunt rock whatever it is i don't know but it's important!
everyone should listen to this regret instruction manual/stunt rock whatever it is i don't know but it's important!