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Koyasun (15) by MikeBaWü Photography

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From Up on Poppy Hill / Kokuriko-zaka kara (2011)

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I will walk down to the end with you

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“Stop shrinking to fit places you’ve outgrown.”

— Unknown

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“This one is about the point where you love someone a lot and it’s not dead yet. You know it’s not dead yet because sometimes you fall asleep about an hour later than you want to because it racks the interior of your sternum, as we call it in the medical business. But every time you’re together, it really feels like somebody’s gotta die. And y'all think I’m crazy but, in the backs of your minds, you know what I’m talking about.”

— John Darnielle introducing West Country Dream, Cow Haus on 1998-02-06

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“This is a song about letting the positive energy flow. This is a song about letting the rich, positive, loving energy between two people flow… right down the drain. And watching it go. And watching the scum rush in after it and saying, ‘Hey, what do you know? There it went. We scrubbed it clean. I’ll be damned. So will you.’”

— John Darnielle introducing No Children, Grand Park on 2011-08-05

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“This is a song about how you remember your times that you spent in the thrall of the evil that lives inside of you. We identify these evils as external evils because it’s a lot easier than suggesting that your dark times actually are a function of some… thing that’s always in there, like the Blob. It’s like, no matter how hard you freeze it, you know, it somehow thaws and comes out and ruins you for season after season. But it’s never permanent; it feels like it’s going to be permanent, but it’s not permanent. But it feels like it is. And you get away from it and you remember, ‘Oh, that was- that was a dark demon running my house at that time.’”

— John Darnielle introducing In Memory of Satan, The Wexner Center on 2015-04-22

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Well, looks like it’s time for my annual viewing of Wizard People, Dear Reader

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Y’know what honestly chokes me up?

“But I can’t be a wizard. I’m just Harry.”

“Well, ‘Just Harry’, I imagine, then, that lions are just lions. And that gods are just gods.”

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A man who might be easily mistaken for a giant, hairy truck. This is Hagar the Horrible. He is Dumbledore’s gofer, the gatekeeper and keymaster of Hogwarts.

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The poor thing is just complex on top of complex.

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Alas for Uncle Saltporker

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I AM A BEAUTIFUL ANIMAL

I AM A DESTROYER OF WORLDS

I AM HARRY FUCKING POTTER!!

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When Ron the Mighty has stood in front of the gate of heaven he begins to denounce it. He cries, “Heaven is for those too scared of nothingness! I will go no further then my mortal flesh will carry. This mirror is the sick bed of Heaven Harry, the eternity of pansy lies.” Ronnie will have nothing to do with the mirror. He is only concerned with the flesh and blood of the now.

Come away from the light of Heaven’s easy life. We need such a valiant, beautiful warrior as yourself, here, to live and to hack the serpents of evil in two. Hell, into two’s, into three’s and four’s! Your life will be the very envy of Heaven and its slobbery inhabitants. No, Harry, you were meant to stride with us, the living. To course with us and our blood. You were meant to end when your share of that blood turns brown on the Rocks of Glory. You and I shall drink tonight Harry. We shall drink to life’s confines, to life’s pearly end which is the nothingness of death. Not the perpetual pansiness of Heaven!