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i am still not a liar

Sat May 16, 2009, 1:37 PM
hey gang.

Later today I think i'll expand this to talk about song lyrics, because i'm pretty interested to talk to some of ya'll about any experiences you've had going from poetry to writing lyrics, or vice versa.

This past year I learned to play piano (college credit) and it was wonderful, because friends and I have tried to make music in the past but ultimately my lack of musical knowledge left me in the dark. So, now we are going like gangbusters on music, and I am having a very interesting time trying to write words to be spoken rather than read.

I am rushed right now, but I totally want to have this dialogue!

also, I resubmited the poem I claimed I wasn't a liar about a couple weeks ago, now edited and distilled. I am pretty happy with it.

xoxo

ttylbb

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Smoek weed evryday

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Two guys are driving to work when one asks the other if he talks to his wife after sex.
"Yes," replies the guy. "If I can find the phone."
what else would I DO!

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I hung on that windy tree for nine nights wounded by my own spear.
I hung to that tree, and no one knows where it is rooted.
None gave me food. None gave me drink. Into the abyss I stared
until I spied the runes. I seized them up and, howling, fell
hey i used to like your writing.

is it freaky that you remind me of issac brock?
luv the guy if that's anythin'
modest mouse is a dop band amigo, thanks for the compliment.

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I hung on that windy tree for nine nights wounded by my own spear.
I hung to that tree, and no one knows where it is rooted.
None gave me food. None gave me drink. Into the abyss I stared
until I spied the runes. I seized them up and, howling, fell
I haven't been very far, dude.

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I hung on that windy tree for nine nights wounded by my own spear.
I hung to that tree, and no one knows where it is rooted.
None gave me food. None gave me drink. Into the abyss I stared
until I spied the runes. I seized them up and, howling, fell
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oi what the fuck? come back online you scamp

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The 4th issue of Soundzine is out now! Do yourself a favour and get listening :thumbsup:
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Pst.

PS: The man below me is half a liar.

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<salshep> <ordie>I should wite something awsome
<salshep> It's true
<ordie> You're write. That's my one-size-fits-all reort.

#Cabal. Because someone needs to be.
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Seriously, you are among the very, very few here who write well.

i am not in that set, but I appreciate those who are.

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