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Sanctum Sanctorum
15 September 2009 @ 06:36 pm
cornacopia.
small of your back, a little
tale of space and time.


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Sanctum Sanctorum
14 September 2009 @ 09:11 am
what separates the
third world from the first? Journey
to the uncanny.




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Sanctum Sanctorum
13 September 2009 @ 10:34 am
Plaza de Mayo
bone cold morning mouring those
who can't mourn themselves.


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Sanctum Sanctorum
Fronteras nunca
han sido mi strong side, in
fact soy debil.


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Sanctum Sanctorum
11 September 2009 @ 10:29 am
metro slicking in
attempt to salvage good taste
but it was gone, done.


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Sanctum Sanctorum
10 September 2009 @ 10:15 am
The perfect way to
say goodbye to what used to
be. And with the rain!


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Sanctum Sanctorum
09 September 2009 @ 02:04 pm
When I met you I
was a fat waitress with a
silly hope for change

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Sanctum Sanctorum
08 September 2009 @ 06:32 pm
inaugeration
song and lights like you wouldn't
believe, Canada



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Sanctum Sanctorum
07 September 2009 @ 10:26 am
Coffee equals home
or a half-crazy up and
out version of it.



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Sanctum Sanctorum
06 September 2009 @ 01:49 pm
This night we got in
free, four beers to boot and not
a thought of leaving.



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Sanctum Sanctorum
05 September 2009 @ 01:45 pm
Eastside, J Rad, Pops,
Cactus Clap Attack Jack Jack
and then me, Jangles.


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Sanctum Sanctorum
04 September 2009 @ 09:09 am
palta con aji
no puedo imaginar
a more perfect pair



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Sanctum Sanctorum
03 September 2009 @ 10:04 am
The night you fell you
looked so sheepish, I couldn't
help but call you son.



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Sanctum Sanctorum
02 September 2009 @ 12:01 pm
this cold place took you
rendered unreasonable
high peak for high hate.





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Sanctum Sanctorum
01 September 2009 @ 09:27 am
You never know what
leathery secrets come out
dressed up like spectres


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Sanctum Sanctorum
31 August 2009 @ 03:43 pm
Carnage is frightful
your name on her wrist next to
blue melancholy.

Look at you nothing
but shadow carved in ambush
best friend best friend best



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Sanctum Sanctorum
30 August 2009 @ 11:14 am
Bone cold afternoon
with eight bolivianos
but no self respect.



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Sanctum Sanctorum
29 August 2009 @ 02:57 pm
bamboo slats cut stares
in half for just enough time
to find our way home.



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Sanctum Sanctorum
28 August 2009 @ 11:31 pm
sour eyeliner
you always were my favorite
salty privateer


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