Baby Thief wrote:btw - i'm american and would love the puretracks 'Dusk' if anyone is willing to either host it or put it up on the hub under a name like 'Dusk - puretracks' or something of the sort.
Thanks to anyone in advance
im on the hub right now if you want it, its a windows media file,thats what puretracks gives you.
"They're horrible. They are just horrible. They aren't "old-school" or "garage" or "fish" or "foul"...actually, they're totally foul. And they sound like that one song Matt Good wrote all those years ago. His real "genius" is for feeding off such modest rations for so long.
BTW, after reading the dude's blog he seems more and more like a self-aggrandizing and disconnected nincompoop hiding out in a West End Condo after discovering the internet and scanning a review of Noam Chomsky's last book. Less is more, Matt. Especially in your case.
could someone please send me darkness over AIM my sn is nogoodbysuicide and i'll love you for sending it
-Liam
"Sometimes Nothin' Can Be a Real Cool Hand"
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"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.
i guess no loving for youumm...this will do
