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Chopin's Nocturne in B FlatI sit, most days, at my piano.Chopin's Nocturne in B Flat
Unless of course it is a school day. Or if mother says that I've spent enough time playing piano. And sometimes even if I haven't done chores around the house.
Father doesn't think it strange that I spend so much time practicing. He used to do the same thing when he was my age. Mother, on the other hand, sings opera. While there is technique and training necessary to be in opera, a vocalist must pace themselves, must pause to protect their instrument. The piano can take any abuse the player can "dish out." Really, at worst, a pianist will contract carpal tunnel, whatever that is.
by ~icouldbedecentyet
Group ThoughtThe tire tracks made us an armband, One so loud the neighbors paused, Passing us a vague "hello" As we ambled down our main street. Fire fringed on either street, And glass a mirror bright with rage, We made our way down main street, Hands together, one and all, Forcing us towards the jail. Nothing stopped them trying, Nor did they stop to trial, But sky and asphalt met for once, So turbid are the steps before us. Curses wailed from every sign, And sirens cursed from every floor, And still we stood aghast together, Inching one foot forward.Group Thought
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Photography LiedUnderstanding is a verb, 'least the way I see it is Now understand it when I tell you, Things here haven't been too well My heart tastes just like sandpaper, The tea's too goddamn hot, The ocean isn't much to look at, Broken china skirts the floor, And well the fact remains, It's proven quite provincial Assuage me, I'm sure you'll try it anyway, Doubt you're more than celluloid now And it's just us, darling A broken down home so rustic it's not Or was it just my conscience telling me so? Oh my...that's ironies, Me lying here, telling such an odiousPhotography Lied
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