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Epoc, love the beauty of the simplicity of your outfit, as well as the fit.
Originally posted by theaddict View PostMan, I wished I could write like mbd...Originally posted by Faust View PostI wish I could write like JoguOriginally posted by philip nod View PostI am the only one searchin' for you
And if I get caught
Then the search is through
And the stories you hear, you know they never add up
I hear the natives fussin' at the data chart
Be quiet, the weather's on the night news
Empty homes, plastic cones
Stolen rims, are they alloy or chrome?
Well, I've got style
Miles and miles
So much style that it's wasted
So much style that it's wasted
So much style that it's wasted
Now she's the only one who always inhales
Paris is stale and it's war if we fail
And in the migrant hotels, they never sleep
They never will
Their souls are crumblin' like a dirt clawed hole
Your cigarette cupped to the inside
Empty homes, plastic cones
Stolen rims, are they alloy or chrome?
Well, I've got style
Miles and miles
So much style that it's leavin'
This pattern's torn and we're weavin'
This pattern's torn and we're weavin' in it
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Originally posted by jevna View PostEpoc,
I wish I could fully understand p's poems....
I translated this one as referring to authenticity arguments: ie natives fussing at the data charts and stories not adding up. Paris is stale brings it to the fashion world and his stance is summed up nicely in the chorus- so much style that it's wasted. he'd rather not get involved, maybe because he's on tour, miles and miles, maybe because his vagrancy, cigarettes and crumbling soul, are what's consuming him. And after the endless alloy or chrome, this or that questions, the only details that really stand out is that this pattern is torn and were weavin in it. Were sliding around in what can't be fixedLast edited by philip nod; 01-15-2011, 10:36 AM.One wonders where it will end, when everything has become gay.
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Originally posted by the good reverend james w.r. clayborn smith View Postbarring a sexy lap-dance on don cornelius' funky upper thighs to the tune of "everybody's got a little devil in their soul", he ain't getting none of that soul back. no way no how.ἓν οἶδα ὅτι οὐδὲν οἶδα
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Originally posted by docus View PostOchre, that is awesome, loving the 1000 yard stare! May I ask what you're wearing? (I love it all, but I'm especially curious about the trousers)
Shoes are a no-name I got from a vintage shop. Coat is OG Helmut Lang and the longsleeve peaking out is Julius.
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Originally posted by philip nod View PostSteve malkmus -frontwards
I translated this one as referring to authenticity arguments: ie natives fussing at the data charts and stories not adding up. Paris is stale brings it to the fashion world and his stance is summed up nicely in the chorus- so much style that it's wasted. he'd rather not get involved, maybe because he's on tour, miles and miles, maybe because his vagrancy, cigarettes and crumbling soul, are what's consuming him. And after the endless alloy or chrome, this or that questions, the only details that really stand out is that this pattern is torn and were weavin in it. Were sliding around in what can't be fixed
see you in paris in the upcoming week?
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