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It's okay Narancia, we all have our dummy moments

Podcasts: Hollywood Handbook Pro Version -- 144 Our Time Capsule How Did This Get Played: Premium DLC -- Tri-Force of Bosses Hey Riddle Riddle -- 115 Bug! Best Friends with Nicole and Sasheer -- 68 Sasheer “Feels Good” About Being a Movie Star in Quarantine Wonderful! -- 152 Air Milk Dissect -- 7x05 Telegraph Ave. by Childish Gambino My Brother, My Brother, and Me -- 502 American Psycho 2: The Squeakquel Here, Hear -- 3 Paint = Sound TV: The Legend of Korra -- 1x06, 1x07, 1x08 Shipping Wars -- 4x07 Schitt’s Creek -- 2x07, 2x08, 2x09 Earth to Ned -- 1x09 Music: PUP -- Plea from a Cat Named Virtue (The Weakerthans cover) Frankie Cosmos -- The Group Who Couldn’t Say (Grandaddy cover) Shamir -- An Honest Mistake (The Bravery cover) Greg Dulli -- Shadowboxing (Ed Harcourt cover) Strand of Oaks -- Imitation of Life (R.E.M. cover) Tomberlin (feat. Harrison Whitford) -- Jim Cain (Bill Callahan cover)

La Dispute- Nine

Sure, I know that you are tired of hearing about it But most repeat the same theme over and over again, It's as if they were trying to refine what seems so strange And off and important to them. It's done by everybody Because each must work out what is before them over and over again Because that is their personal tiny miracle. Like now as like before And before I have been listening to symphony after symphony from this radio It makes me realize that certain people now long dead Were able to transgress graveyards and traps and cages and bones and limbs In tiny rented rooms I was struck by miracles The flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there And sometimes a soul and the women break vases against the walls And the men they drink too much And nobody ever finds the one But keep looking crawling in and out of beds. Flesh covers the bone and the flesh searches for more than flesh. There is a loneliness in this world So great that you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of a clock People so tired, mutilated, either by love or no love. People just are not good to each other. We are afraid. Our educational system tells us that we can all be big winners But it hasn't told us about the gutters or the suicides. Or the terror of one person aching in one place Alone, untouched, and unspoken to. People are not good to each other. People are not good to each other. I suppose they never will be. I don't ask them to be. But sometimes I think about it. There must be a way. Surely, there must be a way There's no chance at all: We are all trapped by fate. Nobody ever finds the one. Nobody ever finds the one. There's no chance at all: We are all trapped by fate. Who put this brain inside of me? It says that there's a chance. It's kept the rope from my throat Maybe it will loosen yours. The city dumps fill. The junkyards fill. The graveyards fill. Nothing else fills. Nothing else fills. Nothing else fills.

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