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“Eating, loving, singing and pooping are, in actuality, the four acts of the mirthful opera known as the freshness, and they pass like bubbles of a grit of champagne. Whoever lets them break without having enjoyed them is a entire fool.”

Yeah. I have no idea.

Welp, haven’t done one of these in ages. See what you can do. For those of you who don’t know the drill: half point for artist, half point for song title; no Google but feel free to listen to songs you think might be it; you can still get points for songs other people have named, just don’t look at the comments (honor system). Now we shall see if Anastasia still knows my music library…

1. So what do I do with this? This sudden burst of sunlight, and me with my umbrella, cross-indexing every weatherman’s report.
2. When you start the day just to close the curtains you’re thinking ’bout what I’ve given up.
3. I’m moments from landing and I’m shaking like a heart attack.
4. On Vineland past the candle shrine that melts into the street design, she waits — for someone. Tonight she’ll give herself away, she’ll break apart all by herself. It’s so easy how we come undone.
5. Salt and tears in the minds in the mouths of a bad decision.
6. ‘Cause I’ve convinced myself that my best can only come in the moonlight.
7. And it’s clear this conversation ain’t doing a thing, ’cause these boys only listen to me when I sing.
8. There’s a light pausing, feel the volume of the sky. Mark your place in time with another question why.
9. When he gets that call he’s too far gone, can’t get it together to sing one song. And they won’t hear tonight the words of a lullaby.
10. Sun sets in an ocean of brown farmland haze. Power lines draped across roads you could drive on for days.
11. The sun will turn dark very soon. Your days are numbered when there’s blood on the moon.
12. Every single strike will be averted, sucking on the ice till you turn blue.
13. And she laughed and danced through the field of graves, there I knew it would be alright.
14. She drinks a champagne dream, strawberry surprise, pink linen on white paper, lavender and cream, fields of butterflies — reality escapes her.
15. Do you spend a fortune on those late night prepaid television scams, in search of the perfect blend of steak knife and non-stick frying pan?
16. She pours a daydream in a cup.
17. You’ve wandered so far from the person you are — let go, brother. Let go.
18. Before I leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack, ’cause when I leave for the night I’m not coming back.
19. I’m talking to what’s left of you, watching what I say, counting all the freckles on your perfect face.
20. I get closer with the silent treatment — when it hurts to need it, when it’s hard to leave it, come to me.
21. You kiss me like an over-dramatic actor who’s starving for work with one last shot to make it happen.
22. You know when I’m down to just my socks what time it is…
23. This way is a waterslide away from me that takes you further every day.
24. You tell your boyfriend, if he says he’s got beef, that I’m a vegetarian and I ain’t fucking scared of him.
25. You’ve been running from the start, they told me that time has only done you wrong.

Good luck!

I ate a burger. A FloMo dining burger from Tony, the God of Burgers. It was delicious.

Walked around two malls today, plus I went running around the neighborhood this morning!

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