Beach House
Josh has got me stuck on this song. It's better if you listen louder. It seems to go with peter's new poem and I think I kind of hate the video...
Infer: This is a moment. This is a resembled movement. A document a drawing a low blow a fuck. We sift oceanic bewteen what happened and the dream. We drunk and fumble. We are aesthetically pleasing. We are floating out.
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we have close encounters. humans ya know. and distant ones. we wail. we whimper. we add ourselves together. we can't figure shit out now cuz we were too stoned in algebra. oh sad delicous long division. don't stop confusing me now.
we wall we build eachother we draw on no we drone no
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