...
I don't even know what a snausage is.
...
Some kinda weird sausage? With a nose?
...
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I seem to be at a loss for words. I'm becoming tired, tense, impatient, and irritated. I don't know why. I suppose it's a side effect of the weather. I seem to be gaining weight and becoming more tired. I wish I could sleep the winter away...
Jesus, my memory's gone to shit...
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"If I could open my arms,
And span the length of the isle of Manhattan,
I'd bring it to where you are,
Making a lake of the East River and Hudson,
If I could open my mouth,
Wide enough for a marching band to march out,
They would make your name sing,
And bend through alleys and bounce off all the buildings,
I wish we could open our eyes,
To see in all directions at the same time,
Oh, what a beautiful view,
If you were never aware of what was around you,
And it is true what you say,
That I live like a hermit in my own head,
But when the sun shines again,
I'll pull the curtains and blinds to let the light in,
Sorrow drips into your heart through a pin hole,
Just like a faucet that leaks and there is comfort in the sound,
But while you debate half empty or half full,
It slowly rises, your love is gonna drown,
Your love is gonna drown...
Your love is gonna..."
-Marching Bands of Manhattan
-Death Cab for Cutie
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ohgodit'sbitingmyface!!!
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| You Are 30% Weird |
 Not enough to scare other people... But sometimes you scare yourself. |
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