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The birds sing Fur Elise To me

i love this commitment. right down to the shoes and up to the hair, the glasses, the pants, the, trunk? thank you for taking me back in time with you, traveler. waiting for a bus too, even. i could never wait for a bus in any one of my outfits i’m too sober for this life for. i have to get in a cab as fast as is possible and right to a darkened bar. though it might have to do with the gaggle of lushes waiting up my street the second i hit it but still, this guy, middle of the day, he got up that morning and said fuck it i’m goin’ bob dylan, i am bob dylan, and no one can fucking stop me.

hat tip.

13 thoughts on “The birds sing Fur Elise To me

  1. you just reminded me of this annoying conversation i overheard in manic coffee yesterday. it was ok (about woody allen) until it segued into fuckin kevin smith territory.

    don’t say it to me say it on the blog!

  2. fuck yeah dude, sometimes when I’m hungover I walk out without looking in the mirror too and then my reflection in store windows slowly reflects the horror and its like that bourne identity movie or something. I’ve been framed!

  3. yeah i think hes looking at me in the first ones. my camera shoots out an orange light before it takes a pic. nothing sneaky about it.

    french guy i am babelfishing (translating) your comment right now.

  4. Hahahaha Raymi what a specimen! that creature needs to be in the museum of modern science.I’m just jealous i can’t grow Burns like that !! :(

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