The Passenger
Stars: Five Ghosts
And when you arrive, you're not sure if you're alive. All the passengers are gone. Everybody except one. Station quiet, station still; nothing moves, nothing will. Put your hand up to your face. There are things you can't replace. Here comes another strange town. Here comes another breakdown.
The Sea Is A Good Place To Look To The Future
Los Campesinos: Romance Is Boring
"And all you can hear is the sound of your own heart. And all you can feel is your lungs flood and the blood course. But oh I can see five hundred years dead set ahead of me. Five hundred behind. A thousand years in perfect symmetry"
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Tonight, I worked at the B.o.B mini-concert for AMP Radio. It was hard for me to take photos for the web site, though, because my camera kept getting blocked by everyone else's camera phone. I mean, everyone else's:
(Yes, it's a terrible image. But every speck of light between the camera and B.o.B is a cell phone.)
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