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00. 1-800-LESS-TAX
19. 4am.
82. ENTRY 1.
90. selected conscience.
3/6 - luke.
46. - dead.
50. - warehouse.
7. bag.
493. listening.
2000. chicago railway station.
18. beauty.
97.tooth.
70. crowd.
84. hair.
9. revolution.
48. wedding reception.
59. the bible.
4. headphones.
73. south pacific.
286. motel.
99. love.
poem: The Pedestrian
poem: Television.
procedure of a (slightly mad) scientist.
the well known tale about prunes.
summer rain.
Bill Gate$
Ted's story.
escapades in the pool hall
Bob. the prince that once was.
everything...
pictures.
*me.
good stuff.
links.
avro simones.
4. headphones.

4.
headphones.

hello. im never alone. ever.
i try to get away from it all. away from everything. alone.
its impossible.
i put on my headphones to get away from everyone. the music drowns out the sound of words, keys, tears.
i turn the music louder. i know someone is trying to talk to me.
i ignore them. this is my time.
the strings spiral inside my head, the music soothes my brain.
thousands of miles from home, i sit with music in my head.
people around me carry on, as if nothing has changed.
looking up, i see they are all there.
music is my only retreat from them, my only time alone.
i close my eyes. for those seconds i am alone. away from everything.

i never want this music to end, but i know it has to.