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I would not complain about my wounded heart!

"I don't know what notes you want to hear played, I can't think what lines you'd like me to sing or say, and I'm not sure what subjects you want mentioned. Just pause and add your own intentions. Just pause and add your own, let's pause and add our, let's pause and add our own intentions..."
Okkervil River, The Latest Toughs, Black Sheep Boy


I am terribly lost. Can someone... just tell me to do whatever.

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Posted by martha lung on Wednesday, August 02, 2006 at 7:02 PM |

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