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horoscopes4horses:

Except what else would you call it? The Shape of My Heart: No.
The Nudge of Thy Neighbor: This hasn’t arrived yet, it was only a dream.
Your Face: You will see support for this one, as you would see support
for yourself on an elementary school stage (but resist). The Book: No.
The Night Hardly Anyone Came: A darkness beyond what we’re going for.
Surfer Rosa by The Pixies: A New Years resolution for an evener keel.
Saved By The Bell: Narrated by no one herself. On Your Sofa: Private lessons
in reality television. Middle School: The Amazing Race. Young Tom Hanks:
Paradoxes & oxymorons. Young Meg Ryan: All rhymes. America Online
Instant Messenger: This is the way movies were meant to begin.
The Gigantic Feet on My Shoulders: Somehow escaping the awe.
Aquemini by Outkast: Divulged like a rumor. High School: Survivor.
Saved By The Bell (The New Class): F-ck you so, so, so much. On Your
Sofa: Conjugations of verbs cushioned into the ground. The Ocean as
The Lake as The Pool as The Bath: At some point the islands cease to be
newly discovered. Sex: An absence in which I’ve sprouted. The Summer
of No Bed: Just motion, & tennis, & self-esteem. Kid A by Radiohead:
No. Earth Science: Are you kidding me. College: The Real Housewives
of New Jersey. Crowded Bar: A foreign-language credit I never received.
Relationship Status: Sh-tty architecture of sugar. Blackout by Britney
Spears: & that’s how, one night, I could dance. Old Tom Hanks: You’ve
eaten your hair. Old Meg Ryan: Inevitable, & poorly postponed. X: No.
Graduate School: The Bachelorette. A Chronology of Kisses: Warm &
pointlessly diverse. The Summer of All Bed: What the body told.
The Doctors: Each direction different & yet approximately the same.
To What We Became: The mob as a virgin on a very plain level. To What
We Wanted to Become: Each other. Religion: No. The Book: Though I
like the way Heaven is painted. Fearless by Taylor Swift: There’s nothing
to take back believe me. Social Network, Sofa Cushion: & let us have no
regrets. My Regrets: Are mostly under-specific verbs. Social Network:
I request you. On Your Sofa: I unfriend you, I confirm you, I confirm
you again.



SWD

For a few months now I’ve been thinking about writing a post on/roundup of “absurd” blogs/tumblrs. Images, video, text, SummerofMegadeth, etc. You know, for our vinyl collection. I know there’s the “weird” directory, but I dunno, it’s not, like, the same? Maybe a #absurd tag going? 

(Source: poemsvsvolcano)