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Tuesday, March 9, 2004
Comfortably Numb
I love writing.
I love Pink Floyd.
Can I love some more, please?
I was going to say I love you, but I thought that sounded too pompous, pretentious, irrational.
"Dreams oft lie where dreams oft lie; and hands oft finger where they feel they glide. And legs oft move with motion most devised.
But I have yet to find where the heart lies. And what oft it does."
When I was a child
I had a fever
My hands felt just like two balloons
Now I've got that feeling once again
I can't explain you would not understand
This is not how I am
I
Have become
Comfortably numb
I wish. I wish I could write. I wish other things. I wish I wish I wish.
A distant ship's smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying
Say something that matters to me. Say something that sets me free.
Your lips.
Weird things happen when you listen to Pink Floyd, kiddos.
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