Saturday, August 21, 2004

my dream girl don't exist

May I tell you the greatness of this song? Neutral Milk have a way of making suicide and horrible gloomy things seem so... happy? Maybe not happy but something like it.

my dream girl don't exist. and at the age of five she slit her wrists. she didn't know that I'd be hanging around. so her parents buried her in the ground. to this day I can still hear the sound of her laugh in outer space.

I really should be going to sleep. It's almost five am but I think the caffeine's done something to me. but now I've killed the music, which always kills my energy.

Alright. I'm going to sleep now. I'll post again tomorrow.
g'night.

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