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차가운 눈은 언젠가는 녹을테니까 나의 마음도 녹아내리길
EMPATHY - You couldn't make her lungs glow anyway, only cry. And maybe not even that anymore.
December 4, 2025 at 2:02 AM
CONCEPTUALISATION - Two birds on a wire, whistling by the seaside. Looking at the water. And a sunken car.
December 4, 2025 at 1:03 AM
YOU - “I've taken responsibility for my actions now. I'm a new man. Weighty and normal.”
DOLORES DEI - She doesn't know what to say.
YOU - “I'm so fucking normal right now.”
DOLORES DEI - “Yes. Okay. I'm glad.”
December 4, 2025 at 12:00 AM
i'm losing all my friends, i don't know where they're going to. i've got to get a job, i don't know how i'm going to.
December 3, 2025 at 10:58 PM
don't unplug the alarm clock until i'm done with this.
December 3, 2025 at 9:58 PM
YOU - “So you felt that way once? That you cannot live without me?”
DOLORES DEI - “Yes. But that time is gone now. So *very* gone.”
December 3, 2025 at 8:57 PM
DOLORES DEI - A long sigh, one millennia in the making.
December 3, 2025 at 7:56 PM
YOU - “You're right. I'm sorry. You're soft and good, not a mass murderer.”
DOLORES DEI - “I'm not that either... Can't I just *be?*”
December 3, 2025 at 6:49 PM
SHIVERS - RUN. TO THE CHURCH. HOME. ANYWHERE BUT HERE. ANYTHING BUT CALLING HER AGAIN.
December 3, 2025 at 5:46 PM
CAUSTIC ECHO - It's the love of your life, Harry. The scent is everywhere, the sound is in everything. The alarm goes off at three.
December 3, 2025 at 4:43 PM
BLOATED CORPSE OF A DRUNK - You know who I am. I am the bad day. The one where you ask her, and then later in the streets, wandering... It's the worst day of all time, Harry dear, and it's coming. She will hear about it on the phone.
December 3, 2025 at 3:41 PM
this song was for nothing. it was all for nothing.
December 3, 2025 at 2:35 PM
i have not even bothered to call mum, now we can't take any pictures of me. it doesn't mean anything to me. i just want to go home and get clean.
December 3, 2025 at 1:33 PM
REACTION SPEED - Living in the past.
December 3, 2025 at 12:33 PM
don't unplug the alarm clock until i'm done with this.
December 3, 2025 at 11:32 AM
CLEANING OUT THE ROOMS - Someone's been walking around in your dreams lately, looking for something. Tidying up, rearranging. Storing away all the unrealised dreams, putting old pains in boxes. The worst nightmares have settled down for a while.
December 3, 2025 at 10:32 AM
DOLORES DEI - “You're only saying this because things didn't work out between us. I don't have time to defend myself from these accusations.”
SUGGESTION - Stop making her angry. She won't start loving you again if you call her a *mass murderer.* Seriously.
December 3, 2025 at 9:32 AM
YOU - “You don't have time to tend to my emotions?”
DOLORES DEI - She sighs and looks over her shoulder.
SUGGESTION - What are you *doing?* Stop saying things like that.
December 3, 2025 at 8:31 AM
i like to smile, but i don't like to see my mouth.
i like to laugh, but i don't like to hear my laugh.
i like to dance, but i don't like to see me dance.
i like to smile, but i don't like to see my mouth.
December 3, 2025 at 7:25 AM
YOU - “What went wrong when we tried again? I can do it better.”
DOLORES DEI - “I don't know. Please...”
YOU - “Why? Why can't we be together?”
DOLORES DEI - “Harry, we can't be together because you're insane.” Her eyes turn to sorrowful ovals.
December 3, 2025 at 6:20 AM
no one wants to know what you're saying 'til you're speaking in code. (edoc ni gnikaeps er'uoy lit' gniyas er'uoy tahw wonk ot stnaw eno on)
December 3, 2025 at 5:17 AM
SHUT UP, SHUT THE FUCK UP! CAN YOU GUYS TALK ABOUT ANYTHING OTHER THAN YOU AND YOUR PROBLEMS? I DROVE ALL THE WAY OUT HERE TO PICK YOU UP.
December 3, 2025 at 4:18 AM
DOLORES DEI - “But it is gone now. Nothing came of it. No children, nothin gbuilt. We live in the coldest of all possible worlds, Harry, orbiting the most distant star. It is agony, sheer agony...” She shakes her head slowly: “How *bad* I have to go to the aerodrome.”
December 3, 2025 at 3:15 AM
RIGOROUS SELF-CRITIQUE - That's right, these are not flights of fancy. These are *real deeds*, Harry, emerging from the darkness of your past.
December 3, 2025 at 2:14 AM
i'd like to meet your actor.
December 3, 2025 at 1:11 AM