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brian latimer, 21, Male, United States
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books_out_loud’s Library
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Jawbreaker (789 plays)
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Polar Bear Club (693 plays)
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The Gaslight Anthem (576 plays)
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Stapleton (515 plays)
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Thrice (514 plays)
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Off With Their Heads (513 plays)
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Tom Waits (469 plays)
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The Jim Yoshii Pile-Up (443 plays)
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Last loved: Colossal – The Dusk Of Us
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Shoutbox
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widexeyes wrote:
Hey. It's Let Somebody In from Tumblr (aka Laura). I'm okay thank you, how are you doing? Added you because of your awesome music taste. x
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fucking_romance wrote:
OH YEAH???
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lylynn wrote:
On another note, that made me seem like I disliked Converge. Which, isn't the case. It's a complicated love affair. Sigh. I talk too much.
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lylynn wrote:
I've never really been a true Converge fan though. Jane Doe was definitely a part of my high school experience, but it never really served more purpose than that for me. I do enjoy and appreciate what they're doing though, but it was never anything mind blowing for me to begin with. BUT with that said, I guess you could say I wasn't expecting much of anything when I downloaded it. I liked the closing tracks and they had nothing to do with 'hardcore' so I'm not sure what that says about me or Converge. So yeah, I'm sure the guys of Converge are getting tired of playing the same old thing. They've been around for about the same time that I've been alive...so you know. They probably could have gone down the AFI route, but they didn't so I guess that's why I have so much more respect for them - however, I love AFI though. Bad music and all. Sorry for the lengthy review, but I enjoyed the new album because I never really expect much from anything or anyone anymore. Oh, I just got deep.
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lylynn wrote:
yeah i downloaded it two nights ago or something. pretty dope. some people hate it though.
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babegrltwstaway wrote:
yo yo yos mister<3!..lol
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lylynn wrote:
Haha. No, I know who you were. And your girlfriend. I think you wearing Converses too.
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lylynn wrote:
I was sitting with my legs hanging down the hole. I think there was a couple people in between us. Wearing all black clothes?
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lylynn wrote:
Sounds good!! Yeah I think your girlfriend and I exchanged words.
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lylynn wrote:
Yes!! I can't believe you and I were basically sitting on top of each other and we didn't know.
About Me
If she's dead, I thought, I'll never find her in this white flood of moonlight on the white sea, with the surf seething over the pale, pale sand like a great shampoo. Almost always suicides who shoot themselves or stab themselves in the heart carefully bare their chests; the same strange impulse generally makes the sea-suicide go naked.
A little earlier, I thought, or later, and there would be shadows for the dunes and the breathing toss of the foam. Now the only real shadow is mine, a tiny thing just under me, but black enough to feed the blackness of the shadow of a blimp.
A little earlier, I thought, and I might have seen her plodding up the silver shore, seeking a place lonely enough to die in. A little later and my legs would rebel against this shuffling trot through sand, the maddening sand that could not hold and would not help a hurrying man.
My legs did give way then and I knelt suddenly, sobbing -- not for her; not yet -- just for air. There was such a rush about me: wing, and tangled spray, and colors upon colors and shades of colors that were not colors at all but shifts of white and silver. If light like that were sound, it would sound like the sea on sand, and if my ears were eyes, they would see such a light.
I crouched there, gasping in the swirl of it, and a flood struck me, shallow and swift, turning up and outward like flower petals where it touched my knees, then soaking me to the waist in its bubble and crash. I pressed my knuckles to my eyes so they would open again. The sea on my lips with the taste of tears and the whole white night shouted and wept aloud.
And there she was.
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A little earlier, I thought, or later, and there would be shadows for the dunes and the breathing toss of the foam. Now the only real shadow is mine, a tiny thing just under me, but black enough to feed the blackness of the shadow of a blimp.
A little earlier, I thought, and I might have seen her plodding up the silver shore, seeking a place lonely enough to die in. A little later and my legs would rebel against this shuffling trot through sand, the maddening sand that could not hold and would not help a hurrying man.
My legs did give way then and I knelt suddenly, sobbing -- not for her; not yet -- just for air. There was such a rush about me: wing, and tangled spray, and colors upon colors and shades of colors that were not colors at all but shifts of white and silver. If light like that were sound, it would sound like the sea on sand, and if my ears were eyes, they would see such a light.
I crouched there, gasping in the swirl of it, and a flood struck me, shallow and swift, turning up and outward like flower petals where it touched my knees, then soaking me to the waist in its bubble and crash. I pressed my knuckles to my eyes so they would open again. The sea on my lips with the taste of tears and the whole white night shouted and wept aloud.
And there she was.
http://brianmlatimer.tumblr.com/
http://symptoms.tumblr.com/
aim - books out loud
