Today was so failmade, discovering the Mountain Goats' "Lovecraft in Brooklyn" was almost its only redemption. A friend did send me some tentacle porn, however, and I have just received spam whose subject header reads "The Bachelor's Roseless Conclusion"—I'm sure it's a stolen pop headline, but I think it might still be the best title ever. At least a song by the Decemberists or David Bowie. When I am feeling a little less scraped out, I need to mention Milk (2008), Spirited Away (2001), and Fearless (1993), all of which I saw this week, and something about Edith Sitwell.
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- 1: In Memphis, on Valentine's Day
- 2: Just like a bad plot, I won't tell you why
- 3: I'll ring twice, like the postman always does
- 4: How about I create a mess and then solve the mess and then I'll be a hero
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- 6: Anything you crave, a certain curse
- 7: Never tasted anything like you before
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