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We’re just dancing, we’re just hugging, singing, screaming, kissing, tugging on the sleeve of how it used to be.
— Kimya Dawson, Loose Lips.
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Don’t let the things that you own, own you. Like yeah, getting hit in the face by hot toast from the new toaster in the morning. Owned.
— Self
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Look at me, my depth perception must be off again -
you got much closer than I thought you did.
I’m in your reach,
You hold me in your hands.
you got much closer than I thought you did.
I’m in your reach,
You hold me in your hands.
— Saliva (Back Into Your System 2002), Rest in Pieces.
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The great shame is that probably nobody but the GM will ever see fully detailed maps. Leonardo da Vinci probably drew fantastic game maps. And imagine the sorts of dungeon maps M. C. Escher drew. Unfortunately they filed them away in secret places, in the fear that their players would sneak a peek at them, and so we are bereft of their magnificence.
— Darths and Droids, http://www.darthsanddroids.net/
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On days like this, I find myself helpless - nodding and smiling vigorously at random people on the street while walking home. This is infectious, it’s bleeding out of my pores.
— Self
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The truly happy people in this world are those who have learnt to find jubilee in the beauty of knell.
— Self.
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She comes back to tell me she’s gone,
as if I didn’t know that
as if I didn’t know my own bed,
as if I’d never noticed,
the way she brushed her hair from her forehead,
and she said losing love
is like a window in your heart,
everybody sees you’re blown apart,
everybody sees the wind blow.
as if I didn’t know that
as if I didn’t know my own bed,
as if I’d never noticed,
the way she brushed her hair from her forehead,
and she said losing love
is like a window in your heart,
everybody sees you’re blown apart,
everybody sees the wind blow.
— Paul Simon (Graceland 1986), Graceland.
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These arms were meant to be lost! Hacked, severed and forgotten, the texture of time is a whisper that echoes across the flood. It’s hymn resonates from tree to tree, through every sullen bough it sings- these boughs were said to be lost! Torn, unearthed and broken.
— Agalloch (Ashes Against the Grain 2006), Limbs.
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22 years of pain, and I can feel it closing in. The will to rise above, tearing my insides out. I feel my soul go cold. Only the dead are smiling.
— At the Gates (Slaughter of the Soul 1992), Cold.
