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| the cd i put in there- the lyrics were the same. every note was the same. but that was not the same cd. something fundamental about the music or the world or the way music behaves in the world shifted | |
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| there was a crash. i knew what it was it was it was this empty vodka bottle I keep on top of the speakers at the top of the bookcase. the cats had been knocking it down the last few days | |
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| i went out into the room. the cats were standing... it hadn't been them. it had been vibrations from the speakers. then i saw that the bottle was gone. it wasn't on the ground. and my cats... were-- | |
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