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"If one wants to compare life to anything, one must liken it to being blown through the Tube at fifty miles an hour – landing at the other end without a single hairpin in ones hair! Shot out at the feet of God entirely naked! Tumbling head over heels in the asphodel meadows like brown paper parcels pitched down a shoot in the post office!... Yes, that seems to express the rapidity of life, the perpetual waste and repair, all so casual, all so haphazard..." – Virginia Woolf
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- Thea
- Seattle, Washington, United States
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Headin' Up Rainier - 200817 years ago
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Dirty Laundry
- call me scab, and hand me a pencil
- not home for the holidays
- battling my inner narcoleptic
- what a waste of paper
- the best things in life are free
- running on empty, in cute clothes
- british accents make it all better
- the pain of going home for the high holy days
- mind the gap, please
- dps and the lonely hearts club band
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