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Music, Ireland. Grey, name. My name. A step ladder. This house was built in a bog. Music is the window. I fell off a step ladder.
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Saturday, April 16, 2005Music, Sound.
Where are we, who are we, why why when? Right now. Where? On a bus to the field where I buried my foot, listening to sounds. I'll be there. I'm already here.
Sound. He shoots, he scores, he glues himself to a lilac tree. Let's kick him. posted by Grey # 4:33 AM
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