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Remember Everything, My DarlingThe concrete steps that we count everyday out of our stationthe way we hold hands across every intersectionkids hot chocolate and pajama morningsscary movies and debutante this is where I will be when I am goneplease, remember my darlingMrs. Miller - Hard Days Night

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Now as I Was Young and EasyBernard BuffetAnd honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple townsAnd once below a time I lordly had the trees and leavesTrail with daisies and barley - Dylan ThomasSometime around 530 in the morning my ankle slipped out from under the covers and fell over the side of my mattress and once the cool air touched my skin I knew that fall had arrived, signaling the end

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Precious FathersA rep for Hudson had no comment. A lawyer for Wilson tells Us in a statement, “[Anything] that suggests that the separation of Ms. Hudson was caused by Mr. Wilson…is absolutely false.” - US WeeklyPage Six reports that Owen Wilson - also known as the 'Butterscotch Stallion' - allegedly brought a woman back to his hotel room and licked her butt for over two hours. - The SuperficialI

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TenDudley Moore in 10It was May 23rd, two years ago. I had just finished a two hundred dollar meal with Tony at a cramped tapas restaurant where the music bordered on deafening, and the waitresses were frustratingly lovely. I had fifteen thousand dollars in the bank, and an emptiness in my heart that not even the new 250$ shoes I was wearing could subside. But that was about to all change. Tony

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Home Six Part IIIBarry Lyndon - A film by Stanley KubrickLow's Stories Big and Tall, continues its serialized account of our hero's return home on the hottest day of the summer with Part III of Home Six, below. Part I can be found here, while Part II can be found here. Happy Reading.He had just finished performing a set of twelve songs to a disparate crowd huddled into a studio space for

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are Ehand he remembered walking in with her back to himthe black cuff of her sweater wrapped around her wristmouthing the wordssinging that song that she was listening to

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Home Six Part IIRent A Wreck - Suburban Kids With Biblicial NamesHome Six continues with Part II below, Part I can be found here."Haven't you got anything slimmer? Jesus fuck, everything is so bloody dumpy," Low ranted to the clerk from the other side of the change room door. She put him at ease, allowing him to speak with his usual excited rhetoric that he saved for girls that he thought were

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Home Six Part IVeer - FamilySaturday was about to give way to the evening, but the afternoon heat was not about to release its hold over the city so easily, and as Low stood on the street with various other derelict characters milling about the boulevard in aimless distress he stared down the avenue and into the sea of traffic to look for a cab that would take him to the airport. Actually there

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BlockbusterI took some time away from the office. I went here, I went there, but mostly I spent a lot of time in the dark, sitting in the tilted knit seats of the cinema while the sun shone outside. I watched Tom Hanks in The Davinci Code, and I watched Tom Cruise in Mission Impossible 3, back to back. Six straight hours of blinding hollywood summer blockbuster fantasy. By the time I walked

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The Third SallyLeast WantedWhat, thinkest thou, was it that flung Horatius in full armour down from the bridge into the depths of the Tiber? What burned the hand and arm of Mutius? What impelled Curtius to plunge into the deep burning gulf that opened in the midst of Rome? What, in opposition to all the omens that declared against him, made Julius Caesar cross the Rubicon? And to come to more

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Strange as SnowMasteraktsmaybe i want to fall in love, maybe i want to fall in lovemy toilet shakes the floor when i flush it

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SomethingThat was when his mind began to drift towards the warmth of her memory and the brief time that they had spent together. It had been ages since he had felt this way, and he found it unsettling to have his mind in such a place while he was in a state of exhaustion, but unable to sleep. Was it the wine? Or the 6.5 beers that he drank earlier in the evening that brought the memory of a

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Hey Leah...Leah McLaren as Miss Rebecca Sharp (2002) detail, by Joanne TodLe-Leah, Leah! Le-Leah, Leah!Here I go,Back to sleep, and in my dreams, I’ll dreamWith Leah, Leah, Le-ah!--Roy OrbisonJesus, where is Leah Mclaren? I miss my ladies all together in one place. The ones that are waiting for me every morning in the newspaper stand or the cafe, hell they're even at McDonald's! Anywhere you

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In Sweet HarmonyThe summer is upon us, and i wanted to thank you all for your kind emails throughout the dreadful spring that has led us to this crossroad in what we have come to despise. I have been singing songs that no one should ever hear. I have paced slowly through the dark streets of an early evening wasted and confused, but smiling and giddy at the stares from behind the darkened

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Being Boring"Never!" She shouted in horror as he described the future while they lay in bed together. But it was true, there would indeed be a time far away from then, when the lovers would be in a room together without a desire to even speak to each other.The Pet Shop Boys - Being Boring

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Daylight Savingsleave, and now.the lights of the cityare slapped up amongstdark mountainsthe Cerulean blue of thesky haunts me like a lost lovethis is all new,and it's only tuesdaybig mac day

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TwoDon't ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody- J.D Salinger Catcher in the RyeFinally, after what could have been 15 minutes or three hours, Low stood upright and continued on his way towards his bed on the fourth floor of what used to be a liquor storage facility. Odd how it became difficult to leave behind such a vile place as the underbelly of a viaduct, but some

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Lonely/LovelyGlue Pour - Robert SmithsonSt. Patrick's day started out in earnest when I awoke from a post work snooze to the sound of the phone ringing from across the room. It was Dragica calling, she was drunk, and in her signature drawl that resembles a comedian in the midst of telling a dirty joke, she announced that her and four of her girlfriends had been at the bar since three and wanted

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Lord of The FuckPink Floyd Dark Side of The MoonLeroy and I woke up within a half hour of each other on the floor of Dragica's living room. We lay there in our own makeshift beds made of couch cushions talking and looking up at the clear blue sky out the window beside us. It was early morning, and we had been drinking scotch just a few short hours earlier and taking pictures of spoons stuck to

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ShortsI don't deal well with even the smallest change to routine, and react poorly when things don't go according to plan. I am unable to adapt without complaining and whining about it. I am not reliable. My actions are often governed by spite, and anger. I have very poor eating habits, potato chips being the main staple of my diet. I'm immature. I model my behavior after the hero in the

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Meet Me in MontaukFrom: carroll R ailyn Date: Sunday, February 26, 2006 12:28 PMTo: lowsbigandtall@hotmail.comSubject: iwantyouhi lowsbigandtall i hope i found the right guy you are veryhot saw your picture ontheweb let get together and have fun ,my msn messengeris natalie86msn add me pleasecarycarylcaryn rebeccaNormally I would be typing my stories in bed, tucked beneath the covers with my

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The Real StuffSunlight - They Shoot Horses, Don't They?The past is pathetic, and the future is uncertain. So this is where I idly sit; in the present, the here and now. Call it what you want, but it's a certain kind of purgatory. The days fall in, the nights fall out, and the only place I can move is up and down a list of wines that I've compiled through dinners with friends and lazy evenings

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Irregular Spineirregular spinetongue twistedi don't even know whythe curves on your backremind me ofwyomingin the summer time your skinwill be darker than mineirregular spinei love you

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I Love$ Youphoto: Brandon Herman via Tiny Vices"They've gotten control of the cabin, and they've killed a stewardess. People are panicking. They're throwing up. I think we're going down, but don't worry. It's going to be quick."-- Peter Hanson, aboard United Airlines Flight 175, along with his wife, Susan, and their two-year-old daughter, called his parents on Sept. 11, 2001."I love you. Sleep

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AllBlog this, blog that, everyone's got a blog. I'm in love, I'm broke, the show last night was awesome! Welcome to "me" magazine, where everyone's the editor. I can barely bring myself to continue on with this crap anymore. I appreciate the attention I am afforded here, but I can't tell you what I am feeling, or what I have been doing, because then you'll know what a bad boy I've been lately

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More Than This...I've been listening to the workers upstairs yelling at each other in a language I don't understand for hours now, they've been pounding around and calling each other, "fucking asshole" while they renovate the apartment above me. The sky is royal blue and clear, it beckons me outside, I can see it from my bed where i've been assessing my life with a haze in my head from staying

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Chapter CCXVIWherein is continued the tale of insurmountable troubles that forced our penniless hero, Low Big and Tall into a bedridden exile of three days in which many scenarios of failure and drug induced bouts of paranoia presented themselves. There he stayed until his purse was once again, momentarily filled, so that he could continue on with his adventures, to the dismay of others.Having

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Destination Weddingwhen you come in from the outsidewith the smell of chimneys in your hairthe coolness of your bottomacross my inner thigh,makes me think the godsreally are with meI Found a Love - The Falcons

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Do You Realize?UnderbunnyThe Last Man on EarthWork is slow. I have endless hours to surf the net, and find myself looking at Flickr, Friendster, and MySpace accounts in an endless stream of personality delivered on a six degrees of separation basis. From profile to profile I am allowed access into the lives o f the general public from my dimly lit office that I share with Remington, who

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Love Happens10 Girls that I have the most chance of falling in love with according to Love HappensLeRoy, Nymphalidae, Remington and I started drinking in the early afternoon hours of a Saturday. Turning a blind eye to the mayhem that some hockey game on the big screen was creating in the packed bar, I professed to LeRoy that the small circle of friends we have is unique and even envied by the

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Westward VignetteSponsorships - Les Georges LeningradHard Time - Daniel JohnstonLeRoy and I walked home last night after watching our friends play songs in a restaurant bar on the east side of town. The beer was too expensive, and we spent far too much money. In the early hours of a fresh day we found ourselves smoking our last cigarettes in the street. Ducking under awnings to stay dry we

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We Now Resume Our...Rock Bottom Riser - smogThey tore down the hockey arena in my hometown the other day, I saw it on the news. People stood at the side of the road watching in silence as the large arm of a machine slowly and methodically dismantled the memories that the building had been holding all those years like an urn holds the intangible remains of the dead. Surrounded by a massive

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I AM ALIVEOn KawaraThe year is as fresh as the dust beneath my bed, and as I lie here in the earliest days of 2006, I contemplate the year that has passed, and the future that beckons me from the warmth of the iBook that rests upon my stomach. For the past 2 years I have been living the life of a dandy. Skipping about town in pants with tapered ankles, sometimes a hat, always a rosy cheek, and

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That's Entertainment!Christmas eve I drank 3$ pints of Keiths in a small bar called Coco Rico. I was the palest one in the room, the only one speaking english, and the only one sitting alone. At least until Allyn arrived and took a seat at the bar two hours after I made several desperate calls for her to join me, and not until I had been sitting there for two hours staring at my folded arms,

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Merry ChristmasLast Night... I found my mind curiously disturbed, and wandering away through so many years to such early times of my life I could not help considering what strange stuff all our little stories are made of.- Charles Dickens, February 10th 1855

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> zero I walk with a family of deprived senses,so I will fall into anything that might present itself validwith emotion, with feelinglove and all that stuffshe sat beside me, and I felt itbut before I could turn to her smileher boyfriend walked into the roomscraggly hair, ill fitted parkamiss held fork, pushing his glassesstaring into his chick peas

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Glass CandyThe Purple Rose of CairoLove's eyes love to look on brightness;Love loves what is gaily drest;Sunday, Monday, all I care isThou shouldst see me in my best.-- Antonio's BalladI live downtown, and this weekend it was overrun with people who normally don't leave their suburban havens for a place with such a small amount of available parking. Tis the holiday season though, and parking or

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Slip NotI heard somebody whisper please adore meAnd when I looked to the Moon it turned to goldI woke up this morning and slipped on a small puddle of lube that Allyn had accidently spilled on the floor when she was on her way to my bed only a few hours before I found myself with my knees buckled amongst the sticky mess that my naked body was now sharing with the cold morning floor. I looked

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Hot and ColdThis city was never supposed to be as cold as it has been so far this winter. I've moved as far west as I possibly can, and it's not getting any warmer, and now the waters of the inlet lick the shores of the urban center, so there's no more land left to traverse, and I find myself stuck here in this frigid place. The only way to go now, is down. Thank goodness for LeRoy and

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Epic Penny1970Track 2 - xbxrxOh Sombra! - ElectrelaneThe days fill up with things to do, and I don't like it. I was content when there was nothing, but happiness just won't leave me alone. I just got back from the mirror and I can see the bruise above my collar bone, where Allyn sucked the blood clean to the surface of my skin with her swollen lips, and I seem resigned to letting it fade away.

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CatcherPounding house red through a 16 course meal at the office Christmas dinner, I can't remember half the shit I ate tonight. I do however recall all the things that were said around me, making my heart wince, making me realize that there was nowhere to go when the red wine ran out, which was too fucking early. The couple across from me, they were in love. They talked about when they met,

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BlowChristmas SexyWe all stood outside smoking, watching the bodies flip onto the pavement and up against the parallel parked cars. In groups of two they filed out, with heads tucked into bellies, and shirts pulled up onto the shoulders, and the sound of smashing glass not far behind. Later, as verbal reenactments took place, the flashing blue and red lights from the ambulance slapped up

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Pablo PicassoMannequins with tits.

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In the PinesShary BoyleHow I wound up in a small wood ten minutes outside of Seattle on a Vice magazine photo shoot is barely explainable, trust me, stranger things have never happened. I guess it's the freelance web work that I've been doing lately, and it's bringing me in contact with some pretty amazing artists. I am working for next to nothing, and word is getting around. So when I met

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Fuck Me? Fuck You!You just laughed it off,it was all okJust outside my front door is a trailer full of swirling lights. All over town I can see them, like the batlight. When I am out with LeRoy, just like tonight, I only need to look through the rain that has returned, dripping off my nose and chilling me to the bone, to see how far I have strayed from home. And LeRoy, god bless his soul, who

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A Pastoral InterludeNew Google HQ - via CurbedI have seen the city streets this past week looking like they were painted with an oil stick. The word HOTEL, streaking, bleeding, into the darkness of the night as I roll down the avenue at 5pm, the dinner hour, but it's so black you'd think it 1am friday night, the world on fire. The toughest routes I ride, the 10, the 3, the 20. The beggars, the

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All Inclusiveman in good shoes - by LowI tripped and fell off the stage last night, just after I told the audience that I was about to sing Cumon Baby light My Fire because I was a "fucking huge Jim Morrison fan." I was acting like an obnoxious shit though, and sang the song I always sing when handed the mic. After the set, with the PA shut off, I screamed the lyrics acapella to the Morrison

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Let's Be Happy!You shared a cab with Karen O Oh oh, Oh oh oh You're talking hyper bollocks You're talking saleries Oh yeh, you work in Insurance? 30k? OTE You met ElectrelaneThere are wires running up and down the sidewalk. Thick coils wrapped together carry lies to screens in select cities. Parked outside are generators pumping electricity to powerful lights that make night seem like day.

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PoetryDan SineyRolling over that bridge in the back of the cab. Holy shit, it's a good thing I didn't kiss you. And then, there's that sweet moment, tucking your hair under a fabricated wig. Uh huh.I swear...

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Happy HalloweenA Day In The Life of Miss McDonaldGreetings gentle reader! And Happy Halloween. I've been busy trying to keep up with all the late night reveling going on the past few days, and I have many stories to tell. Even one with kissing! But, alas, I don't have time to relate such tales as I am off to dinner shortly, and have guests coming beforehand, so that we may drink wine in our

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NovelNo one's serious at seventeen.--On beautiful nights when beer and lemonadeAnd loud, blinding cafes are the last thing you need--You stroll beneath green lindens on the promenade.-- Arthur RimbaudWell, I had my bag packed. Clothes? Where I was going I wouldn't need clothes. No, just some basic personal belongings. A few pictures that I have left of my family. Some old letters that I have

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Low for SaleUpon my arrival into an apartment lit by a toucan lamp, I took refuge on my olive leather couch. Then, with the city glowing through the window behind me, I picked up my guitar and played 3 songs. Not all of them well, but I assure you gentle reader, there were moments that would have taken your breath away. I would give anything, right now, to kiss you.1) Modern Lovers - Someone I

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FUCK YOUiI'm gonna deliver to youa certain lovelinessto hold in your handplease, keep it warmyou think I might be out therebut really, you are hereiiI hate call display. reallyhate itiiiand then, headedOh! for certain, towards another disasterand yet another kiss, at seven eleventhrough the years -you think you might you think you mightyou think you might learn it somehowgod i loves you

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In and OutDo you remember that amusing ride called the Sizzler? Well that's what things have been like lately. Weaving in and out of days and nights in a sparkled car with 50's influenced tail lights. Running head on into a tragic situation only to veer off to the side at the last second. So fast I can't keep up with it, and I feel like I am failing all my gentle readers. There's just too

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Giver!PostSecretNot a peep was heard from my family on Thanksgiving. The phone didn't ring, and since the phone company has restricted my line from making long distance calls I couldn't reach out to touch anyone. The dinner hour approached and the house was too quiet. So I decided to go to an environment where I could feel truly thankful, a bar. Not just any bar of course. In times such as

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11:11Yass yass, it has been some time now, I know. I've been busy corresponding with a burlesque dancer that lives in the UK. She is beautiful. Her night is my day, my day is her night. Even now, I have little to offer you. Nothing feels the same since my illness. I have recovered, but everything is different. Cigarettes have no flavor, no appeal. I drink, but nothing seems to happen.

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Rebel RebelDream as if you'll live forever. Live as if you'll die today.-- James DeanJames Dean has been dead 50 years now. He made three movies. I spent the morning at work listening to a BBC special narrated by Johnny Depp about how wonderful James Dean was. Such talent, such looks, raw energy and all that business. All the wonderfulness was giving me a splitting headache. There's something

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Vagabonds' Rest2001: A Space Odyssey Yesterday my senses opened, At a rap-a-tap from Reason, Inspiring in me an intention Which I never had before, Seeing that through all my days My life has been just what it is. Therefore when I rose I said, To-day shall be as yesterday, Since Reason tells me I have been From day to day the self-same thing.-- W. H. HudsonDearest, gentle reader, I haven't been

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Monday...Look, the bridge is lower now Lower now, lower now It's so low, you'll have to bow My fair lady-- London BridgeI woke up this morning around 7am, fully clothed, and still, completely drunk. The amount of liquor I managed to consume was not outstanding, nor was it out of the ordinary, but I made a few key mistakes that turned a regular Monday night into a completely debaucherous affair.

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Like Clark GableAmerican Movie The script it called for rain but it was clear that day so we faked itThe marker snapped and I yelled "quiet on the set"And then called "action!"And I kissed you in a style that clark gable would have admired--The Postal ServiceSorry I left you all for so long. My iBook was in for repair, and spending time with you anywhere else but bed just wouldn't be the same,

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Hot 17Sous le fardeau de ta paresse Ta tete d'enfant Se balance avec la mollesse D'un jeune elephant Overheated busses and rubber wrapped windows that seal me away from where I just was. Which was stumbling up Broadway after dancing to Michael Jackson. I found myself walking along the street staring into car windows full of presumably happy people zooming on the hard concrete with painted lines

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"In a Relationship"Ron TeradaThursday, the weeklies come out in the hometown, and more often than not I find myself franticly rustling through one of the bigger publications, bypassing the politics and pop culture features to get to the "I Saw You" section. It's absolutely tantalizing. You can peruse ads where, for a small fee, readers can describe someone they spotted earlier in the week, with

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Black and WhiteView this clip on VimeoI suppose it's often one of the big pursuits in life. To be remembered when you are gone. To permeate the fabric of culture at any given level. To create something that might be thought of from time to time whether someone is driving or dreaming; something that will outlast you. Last night I sang a Roy Orbison song to a packed bar in the hometown.

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CutGet Carter.I'm lurking in the shadowsof my memorywe were going to have a circus in the bar.-- Daniel JohnstonI was invited to dinner last week, a small party, thin room, tapas, wine, and a movie star. Like, a big one. I don't want any more google action than I am already getting, so I won't mention her name, but damn, if that just isn't the weirdest shit. (she was one of the leads in

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OverdueGordon HullThere's nothing, there's nothing, there's nothing...-- Bright EyesI got home from work yesterday, and opened my little metal mailbox in a sea of other little metal boxes just like mine, attached to the lobby wall of the warehouse I live in. They still haven't put my name or suite number on the door. The only way I can tell it's my mailbox is from memory, and an old piece of

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Love is a BusMarilyn Monroe in Bus StopGoodbye you, you long lost summer Leaving me behind you Revealing things for lovers that may find you I still hang on to every word that day, you passed my wayLike an intermission between dreams, I awoke from the grips of slumber, looked out the window, looked at the clock, and dropped my face straight into my pillow from a height of about 8 inches. Then I

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SaturdayEppich House - Arthur EricksonCan't you see?Love is the drug for me...A few weeks ago, the band I am in was playing a small 2nd floor club downtown, and I met this blonde woman who seemed lovely. We flirted back and forth a bit, and there was an obvious attraction, not as intense as my lust for the asian girl from the opening act; who never took her sunglasses off, and kept telling me

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Happy Hourand true, it may seem like a stretch, but its thoughts like this that catch my troubled headwhen you're away and i am missing you to deathI wonder what the bartender downstairs must think? I mean really, Tuesday I am making out with Vernice amongst the after work crowd, when drinks are cheap, when downtown establishments stick large wooden hooks out the front entrance, leashing the

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This is Your Captain SpeakingWhere are you right now? In an office full of people staring blankly at their monitors? Are you surfing the net in one of those corner stores that have a computer crammed beside an ATM for 2$ a minute? Maybe you're beautiful, laying on a bed with your laptop, in a state of undress, thinking about me. Perhaps you're in prison. Or maybe you didn't intend on coming

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Smack DabI am in the hometown, not the one that I live in now, but the one that I grew up in. I am in the middle of the country instead of the edge. This little city oozes with lost love; it's in the blades of grass growing up through the cracks of the broken little sidewalks, in the thin streets, the houses that I have been in, the names that I know, the fields that i've rolled in, and the old

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Low on LowSerge GainsbourgLowest of the... says: (8:07:10 PM) so are we still on for tomorrow?Vernice says: (8:07:30 PM) of course- i'll call you later from the show.Vernice says: (8:07:38 PM) and try and keep your pants on tonight ok?Lowest of the... says: (8:07:42 PM) yes Ma'amVernice says: (8:07:58 PM) ok, byeLowest of the... says: (8:08:02 PM) bye...I've been lying in bed all

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Don't Be AfraidWe've still got the day together.Don't be ashamed,there's nothing wrong with moving again.Yes! The days are becoming welded together into a molten ball of hot metal, but I forgot my face shield, so flashes explode in the sky, coming from the city, blinding what was, and lighting what will be. Bridges with pearl necklaces, salt and vinegar chips with chocolate, bike helmets and

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Short BurstsLift your arm now, or be alone forever-- Miranda JulySeven days at a fleeting rate. A series of moments, collected and stored under the Gregorian calendar system. I lie in bed at the end of it all, the 7th day, with the sound of a truck coming from the alley, warning everyone in the area that it's moving in reverse; short vignettes replay in my mind. Little snippets, from Monday to

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Day FourPhoto for TodayMy boss looked at my red, half shut eyes as he handed back my keys after he found them hanging out of the lock at the back door of the office, then I noticed I had toothpaste all over my shirt. I retreated to the cafe 20 minutes after my arrival at work, and left my bagel on the counter as I walked out, lost in thought. It is day four, of seven straight nights of

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Tonight/TomorrowHey There.I'm sorry I tried to get everyone to drink excessively with me tonight. You know that of course I'll try again tomorrow despite myself. Please forgive me. Do not be afraid or irritated. Leroy is good. LeroyTime has gotten by on alibis and wine- Clap Your Hands and Say Yeah!There's nothing lovelier, gentle reader, than riding your bike with a large group of close

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...and the WavesPaul McCarthyAs Knox would say, something about running full tilt into crashing waves, turning back in the cool water to face the beach, floating up and down, seeing that couple snuggle up against the log. Something about an empty apartment. Something about barfing at your friends place last weekend. Something about morning discomfort.Leroy has been hiding away in the eastern

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TransitionA replacement has assumed my former position quite nicely. No one seems to have noticed a thing. I'll just slip on out the back.

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IIand right now she just might come shining throughglory of love-- Lou ReedIn like a lamb, out like a lion. Despite my proclamation that this would be the summer to end all summers, I must admit, it has taken time for things to reach the epic levels of the previous summer when I was drunk on Park Avenue in 300$ shoes and staring up at the Empire State Building at 4am, or running away in

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________-how dare you destroyand make new understandingsfallen on will, and sent through the tunnels,experience- it's in the eyesseeing thingslike they never had beforeturning time, andfeeling the width- of open fieldsyou never ever come homethe stereo is still onand the lights, they never felt like dying

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PSAPlease tell my brothers I love them still...-- Golden SmogDear Readers,This is a public service announcement to inform you that Low's Stories Big and Tall will no longer be offering a comment section on the material posted here. My email address is lowsbigandtall@hotmail.com I would love to hear from you. Or if you would like to join the legions of idiots that take the time out of their

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Who I Want to Meet:back in 76you were folded in blankets,and taken homelaterschooled in saskatoondrunk in the hockey rinks at recessscabs on your knees, bubblegum under your deskthenpanties from zellers to entice your first loverolling with the fellows to seven elevenlunch breaks in food courtssoonblack on black throughout the closetjanes addiction in the tape decksun rays come through the side

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Side DishI just finished the leftover Cassoulet for dinner tonight. I mention Cassoulet so often gentle reader, because it makes me sound smart, and rather international, doesn't it? It's all lies. Cassoulet is the first thing I have made since my steady diet of tinned soup began sometime around 2003. Savory, with just a little bit of heat, it was perfect, that Cassoulet. Perfect for all

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At the EdgeJin-me Yoon: Group of Sixty-Seven, (detail). 1996-1997.My thoughts on Canada Day come to you a little late dear reader, as I have just recovered from a near death experience, but fret not, we'll all be on the same page in a matter of moments, and I too shall join the legions of bloggers weighing in with their long weekend tales. It all started innocently enough on Thursday, when

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I Mean ReallyJude Law, as AlfieMy 300$ blazer is too big. I figured that out after watching Jude Law sport some of the best male fashion I have seen in a film since I watched The Life Aquatic last spring. I was lying in bed last night, eating a 200g bag of chips, drinking a 1.3L Super Big Gulp, and watching the critically detested remake of Alfie. I wanted to watch the old one starring Michael

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Bus StopAnd I miss the bus as it swerved from usand almost came crashing to its side-Okkervil RiverWaiting for a bus at the side of an eight lane avenue. Things couldn't have looked more dreadful. A thunderous sound of cars whooshing past, filled with families, or lonely men. Faces pressed against glass trying to judge you at sixty kilometers an hour. Trucks carrying tired workers to six packs

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That's Rock n' RollDon't try and fight itJust get excited-Shaun Cassidywe now return to our regular programming.I have to get my guitar back. I played at a small club in the south end of town last friday and haven't seen it since. I was singing a song, a slow crooner type song, when a pair of pink panties hit the mic stand and landed at my feet. The woman that threw them gave me a wink, and

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The Damage DoneRoots and Tree Trunks, Auvers 1890 - Vincent Van Goghyou've seen me dance here alone before is it tough to watch friday after friday?--xiu xiuThe day started out quite lovely, but inevitably it turned as dark as the buildings on a horizon blackened by the shade of the setting sun. Anger is generational, passed down to impressionable children by crying mothers and fathers. The

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Close the WindowNo, no, no, no--SmogI see my end has been here from the start--Her Space HolidayThe blinds on my large windows have been shut for sometime now. I didn't notice until I was digging through the leftovers in the fridge after a night of drunken contemplation with Remington at the bar downstairs. I haven't answered the phone in days, and all I seem to do lately is spin my dvd player.

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I'm Lovin It (2003)McDonald's is Your Kind of Place (1967) You Deserve a Break Today (1971) We Do it All for You (1975) Twoallbeefpattiesspecialsaucelettucecheesepicklesonionsonasesameseedbun (1975) You, You're The One (1976) Nobody Can Do It Like McDonald's Can (1979) Renewed: You Deserve a Break Today (1980 & 1981) Nobody Makes Your Day Like McDonald's Can (1981) McDonald's and You (1983) It's

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15 PercentSick from the city It burns in my side- The VeilsLord knows i've been trying- DestroyerBusses and bridges brought me to a strange end of town last night. I was looking for a party in a park just after I finished a big mac on the west side. I got off at the wrong stop, and I wound up lost in one of the hometowns priciest neighborhoods. I felt like I was the only person on earth as I

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Upon ArrivalYour power is turning our darkness to dawnSo roll on, Columbia, roll on.-- Woody GuthrieThey gave me home made wine,but it was not enough, the cold had made me numb-- Frank black, ManitobaI just spent 6 days in an alternate reality, one of 2$ well whiskey, 4$ packages of cigarettes, bikini clad girls floating along the river in inflatable tubes, open plain vistas with blinding sunsets

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On LeavingYou could never be, never be, unloveable- The WeatherAnd now what I want to know is, what do I do now?- Julie Doiron(something in a language I don't understand)- Nagisa Ni Te So I got wasted last night and wound up in Nymphalidaes bed. We just shouldn't be around each other when there is whiskey involved. I walked out onto the street from her building into the blinding sun with my

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Action!Remington and I had a rousing time at Tony's birthday party. Even if Tony wasn't there. We kept phoning him after every round, telling him it was his birthday, and that he should come out. He didn't sound very happy, and declined our invitation. I'm just glad it wasn't mine. Birthdays are contemplative days that can have disastrous consequences. Which is exactly why I spent the

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Leaders of MenThe last photograph to be taken of Ian Curtis of Joy Division, May 13th, 1980.Ian never hid his interest for stars who had died young. Through him, I began to learn about James Dean, Jim Morrison and Janis Joplin. Anyone who had been involved in the young, arty medium of any form of showbusiness and found an early grave was of interest to him. When he told me he had no intention of

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Private Party My hobby is drinking. On the weekends I enjoy gettingtogether with my friends and boozing.-- From Bill Owens, SuburbiaBy that thoughtless act, I did map my own doom-- Will Oldham, BarcelonaWhen I do business, I do it in Japan-- Onieda, Doin Business in JapanStanding in the alley behind the dark bar, the one with all the couches and televisions in the dirty part of town last night,

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Rear WindowDon't want to be shy Can't stand it anymore I just want to say 'Hi' To the one I loveI've probably mentioned this before, but I live across the alley from a busy tech company. I imagine by now that the entire staff has at one time or another encountered stories of my debauchery through remarks at the water cooler, or anecdotes while waiting to use the microwave in the lunchroom. I

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Is it just a waste of time?I spent a Sunday at home for the first time in ages. There isn't much you can do with seven dollars in your pocket, so it wasn't exactly by choice. I went downstairs to the Seven Eleven to get a slurpee, but opted for a coffee from the Starbucks instead. Mostly because of the automobile sitting in the middle of the Seven Eleven. I don't know how it happened, but someone

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It Feels LikeYes we have dreams and we want them to come true yes we will live for these moments, me and youThere's more to life than the every day routinekeep this in mind 'til life becomes your dream-B. Fleischmann, Le Desir.I just read the most scathing review of B. Fleischmann's Welcome Tourist, where the author raged about the inclusion of two vocal tracks at the end of the album. They are

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Soft FavouritesIt's almost 4pm and I still haven't left my bed yet. I am lying here with a small clock radio improperly tuned to some easy listening top forty station on the am band, and the hits just keep coming. I did awake earlier though, to phone Frannie so that I could apologize for rubbing her hair, telling her that I like to wear women's hosiery, and offering to tuck her into bed before

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Same As It Ever WasWell after all, Pickering, I'm an ordinary man,Who desires nothing more than an ordinary chance, to live exactly as he likes, and do precisely what he wants...An average man am I, of no eccentric whim, Who likes to live his life, free of strife, doing whatever he thinks is best, for him, Well... just an ordinary man...Henry Higgins, I'm an Ordinary ManOk, lets get back to it.

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