dear emerson

[grandmothersex]

i know the year is over, but PLEASE resist the urge to quote lyrics from the following artists. you're better than that:

The Shins
Death Cab for Cutie
The Decemberists
Simon and Garfunkel
Bright Eyes
Bob Dylan (and what is worse, out of context!)
et. all.

that's it, have a good summer

edit: I forgot to add Tilly and the Wall

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[so_outofcontext]

and this is all that's left:
scraping paper to document.
i've packed a change of clothes and it's time to move on.

i go to uf. i'm not better than this.

(though in reality, if i were ever pathetic enough to start quoting song lyrics on my livejournal, it would be someone a hell of a lot better than any of those bands. except dylan, and maybe simon. but not garfunkel.)

Iggy Pop "Neighborhood Threat" ;)

[grandmothersex]

Down where your paint is cracking
Look down your backstairs buddy
Somebodies living there and
He don't really feel the weather
And he don't share your pleasures
No, he don't share your pleasures
Did you see his eyes?
Did you see his crazy eyes?
And you're so surprised he doesn't run to catch your ash
Everybody always wants to kiss your trash
And you can't help him, no one can
And now that he knows
There's nothing to get
Will you still place your bet
Against the Neighbourhood Threat?

Somewhere a baby's feeding
Somewhere a mother's needing
Outside her boy is trying
But mostly he is crying
Did you see his eyes?
Did you see his crazy eyes?
And you're so surprised he doesn't run to catch your ash
Everybody always wants to kiss your trash
But you can't help him, no one can
And now that he knows
There's nothing to get
Not in this place
Not in your face
Will you still place your bet
Against the Neighbourhood Threat? [Repeat]

[grandmothersex]

eh, you aint missin much... film kids are talented but douches