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I was happy sick for days when I thought you had told me the tonic. But when we packed it all into boxes I knew that where the cardboard met the puddle it would melt into wasted paper and that would be that. So how dare you look at me with that listerine mouth of yours. I know it stings too. I've folded your self righteous shirts for too long and I need to launder myself now. So learn to iron and lather, rinse, repeat me from your world.

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That morning, just after the kettle screamed the world awake, she tied a ribbon into her hair like a sweet white flame striking in the pulpit of a young flower. The earth spun faster than usual as the sun slid quickly across the kitchen floor playing in the pieces of scattered glass. A collection of misplaced paradigms, he sat in the chair in the corner next to the lamp that has never worked and the old porcelain statue of a fawn, listening to the world. Like the broken chain of a favorite necklace lost between the radiator and the wall, the metals in her face, too expensive to magnetize, waited to be found. So the two sat in silence. Kissed in the quiet. And waited to burn the world down.

But This House Just Ain't No Home

Bill cries in this clip. I've never noticed until today.

GNARLS BARKLEY COVERING RADIOHEAD'S "RECKONER"

This is almost too good to handle. I'm DYING.