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DJ since Aug 18, 2008 
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Just watched the excellent "Control". I'd never heard this cover before, it played over the credits.
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Absolutely awesome song to ride to. Gets the heart rate up there.
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Those past 6 blips were related to this: the latest edition of the Subterranean Homesick Noos. http://shnoos.com/?p=477
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"As we touch down, the trip is slain and I am reborn. The adventurer of old. The escapee. The runaway."
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"This place is a slow eyelid droop. And it grabs you by the throat while stroking your cheek with a fur-lined glove."
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"The difference—apart from the nakedness and presence of water—is this."
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"When it comes to mealtimes on the Zephyr, the socially awkward need not apply. It’s very confrontational.:
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"But not many things eat us anymore. That’s a crack in nature’s armor. One that the Observation industry has wriggled into."
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"See me hunkered down in my seat? I face the direction we travel, as I prefer to gaze toward the future rather than lament the passing of the past."
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Emerge from the subway, pull up your collar to the cold, and just TRY not to do some sort of cowboy quickstep.
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"Watch me unravel as you walk away". Man, that's deeper than the empty well of Palin's intellect.
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Friday, thank you for turning up. Kinda rainy day put me in the mood for some Velvet.
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Eat a fish taco, drink a Great White beer. Say “Sausalito” out loud three times because you like the sound of it in your mouth. Read all @ shnoos.
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The shrimp has no rights. No say at the PTA. Not even allowed to vote. Simply plucked from Ocean’s errant eyebrow and bathed hotly in screaming wate
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Oh, the things I saw! The things I could talk about! The statuary, tapestries, gold, marble, carvings, party talk and crazy, crazy opulence.
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Sinewy and reluctant, it protests. I rip at it with determined teeth. Finally, it gives up and tears away to meet its doom somewhere near the molars.
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California. You roll me in your weather and whisper sexy, naughty, cheeky things in my ear. Somewhere in the distance, Wall Street crashes.
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shoes off and freckle-face squinty, I step onto black and gold-flecked sand. The sun rushes over to lick my face all cat-tongue and rough.
