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Orpheus is Dead: September 2013

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Frank ocean on repeat. Frank ocean on repeat. Korean back up singers in a japanese production of the little mermaid. Frank ocean on repeat. Frank ocean youtube play list on repeat. Every month my body dies inside. Dead pool dead tired. Frank ocean on repeat. Let's keep it professional. Yer always confusing civility. Yer always confusing depression. Frank ocean on repeat. Letters to the future. Letters to the Future. Letters to the future. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Letters to the future.

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Orpheus is Dead: May 2013

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8220;Wolf says the park’s music never stopped playing as security surrounded the trash cans where the bang came from and told visitors they were evacuating.”. B/c the band must play on. At the theme park, near the pink castle, the recorded band played on through explosions. And trials of tribulations. There's no shutting off that eerie hollow sound. B/c who doesn't need/want that sweet sweet saccharine. Runnin the whole town. Q: how’s the weather. A: well tom… it’s been strange. B/c the band must play on.

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Orpheus is Dead: March 2014

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You took a gen ed course. To get over yer lovers suicide. Diagrams and Kübler-Ross and the Tibetan book of the Dead and class discussions. All up on the board. At night yer drownin. In greyhounds and ashes. Slicin yer teeth on lemon rinds. A friend takes you aside:. That was nearly 2. And yer still yer still. Erry time you feel like it's time to punch a hole in the card. Erry day / erry day). Their name comes thru your spine to yer mouth / taste of discarded life. You took a gen ed course. A lana del rey.

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Orpheus is Dead: July 2013

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You stood outside the drug store for at least 45 minutes. B/c the toy machine captivated you. You fed it all the coins.continued to place plastic eggs one by one. Atop the tiled concrete. As the natives stared. From their a/c cooled machines. But by chance or fate. It never spit out what you wanted it to. Letters to the future. It rained to smell like wet asphalt / green smells magnified. A polypropylene blue dvd case lay empty facing sky on grass. Accentuated by droplets of rainwater. For the 4th of july.

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Orpheus is Dead: Introduction

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Location: Philadelphia, PA 19148, USA. January 2, 2013 at 3:14 PM. Glad you are writing. Bonnie. January 29, 2013 at 4:30 PM. Stumbled on your page through google . im still humored by these simple internet discoveries. thought id leave my mark. :). January 29, 2013 at 5:16 PM. I hope youre enjoying this little corner. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Letters to the future. Letters to the future II. The silent river project. Work that has been and will be posted on orpheus. Enjoyed collections of data.

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Orpheus is Dead: April 2013

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Time as a rubber band. Babe i just want you to know you aint speaking fer me. Be careful wit them inclusive pronouns. Babe you speak for you and i can relate. But you aint speaking for me. Humanity wobble(s) / in between. The only creatures to count time. Babe i just want you to know you aint speaking fer me. Livin an experience past and present is all to know. The rubber band snaps back. And it hurts the girl in 10th grade study hall. A memory she don't remember till an office job at 25. Teens were/ are...

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Orpheus is Dead: March 2015

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In between customer calls you spent. The whole day looking at places from above. Typing remembered addresses into google earth. We can't write plots. With memories that are built from neurons and flashbulbs. But we can build roads. To archive with satellites. We can build memories. We can view these. W our technology as large white blocks. Some addresses were odd historical curiosities. Like where the largest nuclear bomb was detonated. Big enough that everyone alive then. Now a small crater.

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Orpheus is Dead: November 2013

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You had a cat that kept gettin. Would always come home with fleas. You bombed that house. Out of love for that damned feline. Labels: broken heart 2103. I decided to lay on the pavement. I decided to lay on the pavement. I decided to lay on the pavement. I decided to lay on the pavement. I dont care about your autobiography. I decided to lay on the pavement. I decided to lay on the pavement. I decided to lay on the pavement. I decided to lay on the pavement. I cant sleep in my bed. You dont love me.

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Orpheus is Dead: Anarchy Text Data from early 2012

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Anarchy Text Data from early 2012. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Letters to the future. Letters to the future II. The silent river project. Work that has been and will be posted on orpheus. Anarchy Text Data from early 2012. Hello, i am known as noodlenaddle on the internet and natalie irl. Enjoyed collections of data. Gerda Steiner and Jörg Lenzlinger. Is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 United States License. Based on a work at orpheusisdead.blogspot.com.

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Orpheus is Dead: February 2013

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22113 thoughts on alt lit and poetry. Love comes in waves but i would rather it be a constant gentle whirring. A white noise humming gently lulling everyone. To forget its presence. Its there under the surface. Helping us sleep or relax or live. Sometimes i wish i never went to college. I did this before college. And it’s not like college is responsible for my craft. Alt lit: it's hard to know/recognize sincerity (don't get me wrong; i love irony, but i find it hard/disengenous to pull off). I don't thin...