anticlimatic

November 29, 2012

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I don’t remember…were we wild and young?

Fell into the Ryan Adams void tonight, and got hung up on "Lucky Now."

Probably played it about half a dozen times, and it just refuses to die.

Hang on, have to restart it…

That’s better. Ahhh.

Is there anything more unsettling than the quiet that follows the last song on an album?

I feel that way about the last sentence, in a novel.

I feel that way about the last sentence, in a novel.

I feel that way about the last sentence, in a novel.

I feel that way about the last sentence, in a novel.

I feel that way about the last sentence, in a novel.

I feel that way about the last sentence, in a novel.

Reading the last word in the last book in a series of books you’ve been reading for seven years or more. I almost cry, and I never cry. It’s like someone died.

Reading the last word in the last book in a series of books you’ve been reading for seven years or more. I almost cry, and I never cry. It’s like someone died.

Reading the last word in the last book in a series of books you’ve been reading for seven years or more. I almost cry, and I never cry. It’s like someone died.

Reading the last word in the last book in a series of books you’ve been reading for seven years or more. I almost cry, and I never cry. It’s like someone died.

Reading the last word in the last book in a series of books you’ve been reading for seven years or more. I almost cry, and I never cry. It’s like someone died.

Reading the last word in the last book in a series of books you’ve been reading for seven years or more. I almost cry, and I never cry. It’s like someone died.

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