At some point today, if I can muster the energy, I'll climb through the boxes in my garage to find the one marked "X's" so I can finally find the pictures of my ex who looks so much like ubu that it startles me. Every time he posts photos of himself, I have to look twice and shake the nostalgia cobwebs out of my head. Kinda strange to keep seeing the younger, smarter version of someone I used to love so much.
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When in Rome Reminiscing on Past Love,
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perfectly perfect.
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When ever I meet someone who enjoys Brian Eno, I can't help blurting something out. He's done some wonderful things with both music and aroma therapy... My car has what must be, by today’s standards, a very archaic stereo: A cassette tape deck. I never bothered to put in a new CD player and car alarm like all the other dweebs. When I'm not listening to NPR or our little COOP radio station here in Austin, I'm playing the tape... I call it my Eno Deck because I've had the same Eno tape in there, playing, for over three years! (This is true, I swear. :-)
Rey