November
Monday 12 May 2008 photo 4/11
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Near a sea of pianos, there were waves of chords that crashed against the shore in one huge and useless roar. And there were girls bringing water, like a dream they came to cool the fever of my brain, and soothe my burning throat. And they made me a necklace, hanging beads of sweat on a string of my regrets, and placed it round my neck and they were singing, "Don't you do what you've wanted to. Yeah, don't destroy yourself like those cowards do and maybe the sun keeps coming up because it has gotten used to you and your constant need for proof."
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