And so it was.
Despite the trials and tribulations
the noise and postulations
there came a time in this normal boring girl's life
that all was well.
She found herself surrounded by a number of positive individuals, having been carefully selected to balance her
to jive with her
as though all a part of the same scale.
Each personality fell after the other with harmonic variation,
building upon the tempo and texture
of a sweet simple melody.
And the normal boring girl sauntered from verse to verse,
pre-chorus to chorus
chorus
chorus
and as she did she drew allusions
to the best and the brightest
of music's contemporary offerings
her tone was sigur ros-ish meets devendra banhart on pj harvey
his chords were beirut and farms in trouble, lotus plaza
her breath was camera obscura, little joy and gemini
mm and her lips were hello, broken arrow with a hit of murder city devils
so though she had so very much to do and write and think
she found that she was doing it
amongst the bars and measures of her life.
heheheheheh
so. so perfectly.
i heart everything.
everyone's so fucking beautiful.
night night lovas. off to read and write.
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