December 2008
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Bukowski - Consummation of Grief
I even hear the mountains the way they laugh up and down their blue sides and down in the water the fish cry and the water is their tears. I listen to the water on nights I drink away and the sadness becomes so great I hear it in my clock it becomes knobs upon my dresser it becomes paper on the floor it becomes a shoehorn a laundry ticket it becomes cigarette smoke climbing a chapel of dark vines....
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El Columpio Asesino - Pacífico
It snows in my...
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Hoy se impone esta canción.
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The Veils - The Tide that Left and Never Came...
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