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wispfoxFeeling like posting some lyric snippest that regularly please me...
"[...] his words have no wings" -Dar Williams, "Mark Rothko Song"
"[...] did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?" -Train, "Drops of Jupiter"
"[...] the sun poured in like butterscotch and stuck to all my senses", -Joni Mitchell, "Chelsea Morning"
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And, either now is a good time to have weird dreams, or I forgot to give an option for the possibility that one's dreams are no different than normal and y'all _normally_ have weird dreams. :) (or, well, both)
"[...] his words have no wings" -Dar Williams, "Mark Rothko Song"
"[...] did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?" -Train, "Drops of Jupiter"
"[...] the sun poured in like butterscotch and stuck to all my senses", -Joni Mitchell, "Chelsea Morning"
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And, either now is a good time to have weird dreams, or I forgot to give an option for the possibility that one's dreams are no different than normal and y'all _normally_ have weird dreams. :) (or, well, both)
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Date: 2004-12-01 03:15 pm (UTC)There are far more lyrics I could have posted, but those were actually playing or had been earlier in the day.