It's not what you got...

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My religion, anyway

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Dirty Vegas - Days Go By (acoustic)

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Summer Wine

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Today I feel very numb.

Today I could very much destroy something beautiful.

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Perhaps I already have

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A Dandelion Set On Fire

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Lana Del Rey - You Can Be the Boss

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Tactical System Center Manager has a nice ring to it.

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And the week of every single facet of my life changing begins. Am I ready? Ask me in a year.

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But I still remember that day we met in December

Lana

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What a strange life this is, full of doppelgängers, irony, surprises, triumphant moments comigling with the despair of existance, an irrational hopefullness that refuses to die, mixed with the blood and tears of failures. The distance that creates desire, the closeness that harbors resentment, the unkown that fosters optimism, the reality that dampens enthusiasm. The hours that slip by like water through my fingers, the years that slip by like seconds, the gray hairs that remind me of my mortality, the moments of sheer terror mixed with invicibility when you are the on the literal brink of control and the edge of stability, yet hurtling through time and space, barely in control of your immediate future. And here I am. Venting for noone, someone, everyone, all at once. Like a cliche Dickens, ranting in this tumblrspace while I should be sleeping, remeniscing on my physical and emotional injuries, some of which I have recovred from, very few which I may never. God, why do I miss the things that tear me up?

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