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Eraser
Blades
Let's play twister, lets
play risk; yeah yeah yeah yeah...…
7-1
- Pretty Girls go
by. They smile quickly, then draw their eyes somewhere
else.
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- It's as if
cleverness were a Tupperware container full of sugar. You
know, the older kind of Tupperware that you "inherited"
from your parents when you moved out on your own. Silly
little flowers emblazoned on the sides, space age
textures on the lid. Somehow this plastic was supposed to
save us all, make it all better. Now it just keeps the
sugar fresh.
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- The only problem
is that you can't see inside the container to see how
much is left. Then one day you open it up to discover
that you've run out, just when you need it the
most.
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- Ugly Girls hate
the pretty girls, and the Pretty Girls hate the ugly
girls. Funny how these jealousies are exactly what we
love about ugly girls, exactly what makes the pretty
girls seem plastic and jaded.
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- Ugly men hate
themselves. Pretty men don't have the time.
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- Too many thoughts
cross paths. Too many butterflies flapping paper wings.
Too many ideas slip through my hands like sand, sometimes
clumping up together to form what seems like something,
only to sink away from the middle before I have a chance
to give it a name.
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- At a birthday
party a long time ago I was given a speaker cabinet for
my guitar. The thing was the size of a refrigerator. It
was the purest and most thoughtful thing a friend ever
gave to me as a gift. I plugged into it, and instantly
begen to improvise magical sounds and inspired music. I
plucked lullabies and passionate kisses from the air
around me, and translated them to the strings of my
guitar with my fingertips .
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- When I stopped
playing, one of the pretty men in the room said, "Great,
but now can you play something we've heard before,
something the rest of us would recognize?"
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- ...Bitch.
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