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Shit. Michael Larsen's dead.

I'm not sure of you knew him, or knew of him.
He was clever and kind, with a sharp and silver tongue that he never used to cause any sort of harm.

Bye, Eyedea. Our lives will never be the same without you.
The Minneapolis scene will never be the same without you.


Though it's hard to.

"Agony is truth, its...
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Somewhere in between stumbling into the room at bar close and trying not vomit last night,

I agreed to go folk dancing.




Drunk me hates sober me.

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So, it's picture time, as I was too busy this summer to actually share anything.

This photo is from a while ago, in Iowa.
I was telling Meghan something very important; I just don't remember...
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I need to stop blogging whilst drunk.

Like now, for example.



The Bad Books album is coming out October 19th.
I feel like a little kid in the week before Christmas.

Being here again isn't what I thought it would be, but I'm here nonetheless.

Hello, California.

I suppose my life, is in the end, here.

It's in the small hours of the morning that I finish a book over a hundred years old. It brings me such joy to know that one's thoughts can be immortalized, and bring such simple and at the same time complex pleasure of being lost inside another world. It makes me wish to be a child, a sweet, gangly girl with too long legs walking...
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