09.Mar.2001

no soy

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synth slut

talk to me, like lovers do, walk with me, like lovers do.
Sometimes I wonder if music is a cryptic message to us all. You can tell a lot about someone's emotional status by what they listen to, and what they broadcast over the internet at their radio show. I get itchy for these songs sometimes, the ones played on Friday, that is. These uber-emotional synth wailings. Utterly edgy and completely and beautifully itchy.

I want to dance.

I'm going to dance.

No more soy ...

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time & machine