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I got off work at 7:30AM.

I then walked home. Half out of curiousity as to how long it too (roughly two and a half hours) and half because I didn't want to wake up Keepie or Angie, as I know they're both low on gas and angie's taken/gotten me from work the last two days.

It was nice. It sprinkled. It was cool and there was a nice breeze.

I stopped at my grandfather's grave, as I am apt to do when I'm actually on foot going past the cemetary he's buried at. I fixed the flowers/statues that had fallen over on a few of the nearby markers, and then went on my way.

I'm tired and sore, but after a nice soak in the tub I feel better.

Sometimes I just need to do that, though. The walking thing.

Also, I has musics to share...

♫ Monkey Swallows the Universe - Martin

It all began in Spring when he was sat in that chair looking so old and distant and half dead
And he began to think of all the books he hadn’t read and all the memories lost and that’s when he said
“Oh baby don’t you look at me no more
I’m lazy untalented and poor
I can’t give you everything that you ask for
Why don’t you go go go?”

She said “How’m I gonna go when you’re sitting on my coat?
Looks like I will have to stay til you’re on your feet again
Baby you’re just the same as me, I feel that way from time to time,
But you will be fine”

He didn’t hear her words, he didn’t see her face – he was mired in his heartache
He could only think of all the drugs and drink
And what he could’ve been and what his life could mean
“Oh baby why’m I so disappointing?
What happened to me life being promising?
I can’t give you everything that you ask for
Why don’t you go go go?

She said “How’m I gonna leave when you’re crying on my sleeve?
Looks like I will have to stay at least until the washing’s dry
Baby you’re just the same as me, I feel that way once in a while,
But everything’ll be alright.”

This time he heard but he misunderstood
He took the wrong wrong wrong way out of the wood
He began to rise, he looked in her eyes and said
“Oh baby aren’t you trying to help me?
Is it too much to ask for your sympathy?
Didn’t I give you all the love that you asked for?
And now you’re gonna go?”

She said “Where’m I gonna go when you’re the only home I know?
Looks like I will have to stay at least until the taps run dry
Maybe you’re not the same as me but I still think I could make you smile
You’ll see, you will be fine, yeah we’ll be fine.”

♫ Sia - Academia

You can be my alphabet and I will be your calculator
And together we’ll work out on the escalator
I will time you as you run up the down
And you’ll measure my footsteps as I blow through this town
The mean of our heights is divided by the nights
Which is times’d by the daggers and the route of all our fights,
The pass of your poem is to swathe me in your knowing
And the beauty of the word is that you don’t have to show it

Oh academia you can’t pick me up
Soothe me with your words when I need your love

I am a dash and you are a dot
When will you see that I am all that you’ve got
I’m a binary code that you cracked long ago
But to you I’m just a novel that you wish you’d never wrote
I’m greater than x and lesser than y, so why is it
that I still can’t catch your eye?
You’re a cryptic crossword, a song I’ve never heard
While I sit here drawing circles I’m afraid of being hurt

Oh academia you can’t pick me up
Soothe me with your words when I need your love

You’re a difficult equation with a knack for heart evasion
Will you listen to my proof or will you add another page on
It appears to me the graph has come and stolen all the laughs
It appears to me the pen has over analysed again
And if I am a number I’m infinity plus one
And if you are five words you are afraid to be the one
And if you are a number you’re infinity plus one
And if I am four words then I am needing of your love

Oh academia you can’t pick me up
Soothe me with your words when I need your love
Academia

♫ Patrick Wolf - Tristan

I am the tragedy
And the heroine
I am lost
And I am rescuing

The storm is come
And I am following

My name is Tristan
And I am alive

Forever young
I come from God knows where
'Cos now I’m here
Without a hope or care

I am trouble
And I am troubled too

My name is Tristan
And I am alive

Sorrow by name
And sorrow by nature
Working for joy
On overtime

Stuck on a line
Of misadventure
I fear no crime

I am the victim
And the murderer
You speak of love
But I’ve never heard of her

I am fucked
And I am fucking too

My name is Tristan
And I am alive

I get to thank the lovelies over at

tonypepper for making amazing fanmixes and exposing me to new, awesome music. I've been cycling through these three songs almost non-stop for the last two days.