we are all complicit. i have an awful suspicion that everything is just a mess. entropy wins in the end anyway. how depressing.

everything is so fleeting. like building a wall but having it knocked over faster on the other end. soon you're left with nothing but crushed brick with which to work.

it's a very aimee mann sort of day. MOMA later today though :)

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"Save Me" -Aimee Mann

you look like a perfect fit
for a girl in need of a tourniquet

but can you save me?
come on and save me
if you could save me
from the ranks of the freaks
who suspect they could never love anyone

'cause i can tell
you know what it's like
the long farewell
of the hunger strike

but can you save me?
come on and save me
if you could save me
from the ranks of the freaks
who suspect they could never love anyone

you struck me down like radium
like peter pan or superman
you will come to save me
c'mon and save me
if you could save me
from the ranks of the freaks
who suspect they could never love anyone
'cept the freaks
who suspect they could never love anyone
but the freaks
who suspect they could never love anyone

c'mon and save me
why don't you save me?
if you could save me
from the ranks of the freaks
who suspect they could never love anyone

except the freaks
who suspect they could never love anyone
except the freaks who could never love anyone