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it's official.
Rows of houses all bearing down on me
I can feel their blue hands touching me
All these things into position
All these things we'll one day swallow whole
And fade out again and fade out FOREVER
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جادوی ششم: " دلت برایم تنگ خواهد شد "
روی کتاب
تصویر ساعت شنی است
می چرخم
دور خودم می چرخم
ثانیه هدر می دهم
برای نرفتن...
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when peter gabriel does regina spektor with a breath-taking orchestration!


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i see a patient on a white bed. nurses surrounding him, they're all familiar faces. they all have one order, or maybe one request for the patient. one way to save him. he has to talk. while the idiot keeps thinking about why he shouldn't open up and talk, the diagnosis states that the patient is not in love. he is sick. terminally sick. all the nurses know all about him. but he still refuses to talk. i am in the room. i enjoy listening to his heart beat sound on the machine that's connected to him. he could be me. like that one day when i woke up and i decided today is the last day i would talk. that day, she went for a walk and had an accident under the highway and she died. i didn't talk. but i laughed. she was lovely. but dead. and all i could do was to remain quiet for the rest of my life. i mean .. not me. the patient dying on the white table in the white room. what am i doing here in this room?
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see, there. i'm coming i'm coming, but nobody is home. where is home? who cares? she is not home. there is no home. but i'm coming home. if i ever get back home, i want to go to the sea. to swim in the sea. like i'm in love with the sea. you know, sea, or ocean, when you go in it deep and you can't breathe, then you know you've reached home. do you have a someone to be your sea? do you remember how to remember diving into a sea? don't answer. i know my questions as well i know my answers. i know you.
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kill the angel, kill the angel. go kidnap a girl under a starry dark night. doesn't matter she's wearing a skirt or jeans, just kidnap her. take her to the cave. there's one close by the foothills. lie down. count to twelve. be quiet. listen. the night is silent. there's a symphony. just don't fucking break the silent by touching her finger with your finger. she is not a princess, she is not a frog. she's a girl you kidnapped in the middle of the night, in the middle of the desert, just for a kiss in your cave, the one you just found because it was time to kiss a girl in a cave.