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2001-02-22 || 5:00 pm || for owen. || let's just listen to terrible/perfect like we did that one time when everyone was over at your house, tucked away in all the corners of your room, on your couch, lying on your bed. let's get high, turn off all the lights and listen to that song. let's sing it as loud as we can in the dark, let our arms brush as we hug ourselves in that darkness, overcome by the beutiful clarity of doug's voice, of the amazing magic guitars can make, of the way a secret is decoded only when you listen to a song that loud. exhales. picks scraping across the body of the guitar. the wrong words. night time and lying in darkness with people you really really love. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |