"....The existential deliberation of all human emotion... to they extent of empathy for a stone finding shells that dissipate into air and slide between your fingers until you feel the breeze loneliness brings you for being shallow..
I know nothing you say to the skolard "wise prophet"
nowing that you know nothings is hte doorway to knowing everything. Thinking you know everything is a fat wet sponge. False belief is full and unharvestable, but honesty is an empty glass. I sit on a table pretentious and waiting"
Exert from my journal while living in Australia, written by Tegan Dayne 15-6-04
Dirty Beaches The lord knows best
stand lot lyric "The lord knows best When it comes to you And you know well that I Don't give a damn about anything but you."
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