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Well, it may not be the cool thing to say on this board, and many of his tracks have damn sure been way overplayed, but hell, I really do love some of Sufjan's stuff. I'm aware that it's all gloopy and overly sentimental, but I just don't care. This new stuff though... I reserve judgment for now.
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The toothaches got worse, she dreamed of disembodied voices from whose malignance there was no appeal, the soft dusk of mirrors out of which something was about to walk, and empty rooms that waited for her. Your gynaecologist has no test for what she was pregnant with.
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