To contradict (or perhaps to compliment) my last post, I sit on the edge of my bed listening to Perfect Day and get very deep and meaninful.

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Because you just keep me hanging on thats why. Lou Reed's a fucker, and yet clearly he knows pure bliss. I want some of this bliss.

Love is pure bliss, and my life is lacking in heart.

Oh fuck up Blair, these posts got old last time.