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Thinking About You

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Published: March 10, 2019
Here I'm allowed, everything all of the time
Where two and two always makes up five
A moon full of stars and astral cars
Like ripples on a blank shore

We are standing on the edge
With your opinion which is of no consequence at all
I go walking in your landscape
The wind rushing round my open heart

The breath of the morning
Slowly we unfurl as lotus flowers
Glassy eyed light of day
Where I end and you begin


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© 2019 prettyflour
A Radiohead Cento.

The title and all lines are from different Radiohead songs and are listed below. 


idioteque
'2+2=5"
Pyramid Song
Reckoner

Lucky
Paranoid Android
There There
Desert Island Disk

Subterranean Homesick Alien
Lotus Flower
Glass Eyes
Where I End And You Begin
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i like to think eve and pandora fall in love with each other. and every god in every heaven is afraid of them, the women who taught men to sin and then get to be happy in the end. i like to think eve bakes apple pies to celebrate long weekends, that pandora always opens her birthday presents too early, that they get to grow old and stubborn and surly wrapped around each other with a fire in the living room and laughter just a breath away. i like to think there’s an after to stories like theirs, that the gods created them but couldn’t control them, that we pass our expiration date and outgrow our purpose but continue existing an
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My daughter won’t stop screaming and crying in the middle of the night. I visit her and ask her to stop, but it doesn’t help. My husband thinks I am crazy. He has never heard her. But I do. I hear my baby. She has been calling out for me since the day I lost her. I want to hold her. I want to comfort her. I want her to know I am here but it is like she doesn’t hear me. I want her to hear me. It has been a few years since I lost her, but I have never forgotten her. She has always been with me, in some way. I was not given a choice, the decision was made for me. They told me there was no way I could take care of her in my cond
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Where'd you park the car? Where'd you park the car?
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prettyflourHobbyist General Artist
Clothes are all over the furniture
Now I might as well
I might as well
Sleepy jack the fire drill
Run around, around, around, around, around.    Nod Nod Nod 

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