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i love you avalanche

i may seem aimless but i follow my heart

About Me

anna and glyndon also play in the band all creatures of good heart. there is a myspace involved. see below for more details.

My Interests

Music:

Member Since: 7/26/2006
Band Members: anna a. - guitar, vocals, cello, recorder (where applicable), keyboard, some kind of bongo drum thing, drum beetz.lindsey m. - flute (like a maniac). guitar, piano, vocals, sexy tamb, artworks.glyndon j. - engineer, "jimmy tamborello to my ben gibbard," heart-melting solos (which are guaranteed not to melt your face, but leave it safely intact), by which we mean absolutely gorgeous guitar, vocals, spelling champ, etc.
Influences: The art of losing isn't hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster.Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. The art of losing isn't hard to master.Then practice losing farther, losing faster: places, and names, and where it was you meant to travel. None of these will bring disaster.I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or next-to-last, of three loved houses went. The art of losing isn't hard to master.I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster, some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent. I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.--Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident the art of losing's not too hard to master though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster.
Sounds Like: that bird-wing beat stuck in your ribcage, how it stops and starts.
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My Blog

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tiny squirrel. empty room. empty glass. lost keys. empty. sudan. lost people. lost shoes. loss.  
Posted by i love you avalanche on Tue, 20 Nov 2007 10:56:00 PST

and i grew roots

  on independance day, my 26th, i found myself pinned like an insect to a patch of scrubby grass beside my apartment. it was morning and already hot outside, and i was pressed, face into the sun ...
Posted by i love you avalanche on Thu, 05 Jul 2007 11:53:00 PST

response: i swear, you bitches love ridin my hog more than i do...

text from september 2006: i hold ontoyou hold onto the motorcycyle. small and a poor eaterskinny my armswrapped they felt like blemishes, ihad a time adjusting, a human gearshiftknocking your shoulde...
Posted by i love you avalanche on Wed, 21 Feb 2007 03:58:00 PST