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Tonality - 0155 - One Song Before the Sun Sets

squeaky clean night life

Cries a little while about a winter affair and the dusk is gone again, my friend.

This music rolls over me like an embalmed house wife, I have no idea where it came from, where it's going, what notes in this head are fair or what heavenly ghost will hit me.

Maybe you never knew this but I can see sound. My ex boyfriend used to ask me how I can handle that all the time but I can't even imagine a world where sound doesn't register in my mind as something visual.
Right now this Regina Spektor stuff is fantastically beautiful in the aesthetic. The other day a Schubert rolled off my fingers and into the moon. A girl at music school used to make a piano bleed red fragmented dots and filled a thousand person hall with life.

How do you see the world without a little dust of synaesthesia? How do YOU handle music that way?

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I get to rant because I decided to go to sleep at 4am. My tummy aches and the night is mine.

3:27 a.m. - 2006-06-14

11:19 p.m. - 2006-06-14

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