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there's no map, and a compass wouldn't help at all email: ferris . wheel . j @ googlemail . com
November 5, 2009
My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2009-11-1) →
  1. Wilco (114) 
  2. Tift Merritt (23) 
  3. Jolie Holland (22) 
  4. Laura Marling (21) 
  5. Cat Power (14) 

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October 27, 2009
My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2009-10-25) →
  1. Bright Eyes (19) 
  2. Something for Kate (13) 
  3. Wilco (12) 
  4. M. Ward (8) 
  5. Radiohead (1) 

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October 26, 2009

i’m still alive.

just trying to internet less work/play more irl.

x

October 20, 2009
My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2009-10-18) →
  1. Wilco (147) 
  2. The Sugarcubes (29) 
  3. Beth Orton (29) 
  4. Kaki King (16) 
  5. Santigold (13) 

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October 13, 2009
My Top 5 Artists (Week Ending 2009-10-11) →
  1. Wilco (59) 
  2. Something for Kate (28) 
  3. Laura Veirs (21) 
  4. Josh Ritter (12) 
  5. Björk (11) 

Imported from Last.fm Tumblr by JoeLaz

October 12, 2009
dear self

stop reading web comics and do your work.

please?

ugh.

working on an oral presentation

heh

this is the first textbook i’ve looked at that talks about gunshot wounds.

my presentation is about plaster casts, so no, not that interesting.

but i’m going to get one put on me tomorrow to show everyone.

(this book also has diagrams of the kinds of screws, nails & plates you can get your bones joined back together with. it’s pretty rad)

October 11, 2009
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she’s a jar
with a heavy lid
my pop quiz kid
sleepy kisser
a pretty war
with feeling’s hid
she begs me not to miss her

she says forever
to light a fuse
we could use
a hand full of wheel
and a day off
and a bruised road
however
you might feel
tonight is real

when i forget how to talk
i sing
won’t you please
bring that flash to shine
and turn my eyes red
unless they close
when you click
and my face get’s sick
stuck
like a question
unposed

just climb aboard
the tracks of a train’s arm
in my fragile family tree
and watch me floating
inches above
the people underneath

please
beware
the quiet front yard
i warned you before
they were water skies
i warned you not to drive
dry your eyes
you poor devil

are there really ones like these?
the ones that dream
float like leaves
and freeze to spread
skeleton wings
i passed through
before i knew you

i believe it’s just because
daddy’s payday is not enough
oh, i believe
it’s all because
daddy’s payday
is not enough

just climb aboard
the tracks of a train’s arm
in my fragile family tree
and watch me floating
inches above
the people underneath

she’s a jar
with a heavy lid
my pop quiz kid
sleepy kisser
a pretty war
with feelings hid
you know, she begs me
not to hit her