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Hello! Bonjour! Felicitations! Dia Dhuit! How does it go, my friend? This is as social as my media shall get; I have become properly sick of Instagram and can see very little purpose besides expectation that i would to keep using it. If it werent so bloody expensive to print photos, I'd prefer to just send you all letters. It's possible i directed you here when we spoke and you requested to follow me on any such platform. if so, welcome! im fascinated that you were curious enough of me to make yourself to the lo searchbar and see what i was talking about. here is where you will find whatever life updates and ramblings would have been otherwise put on instagram, as well as whatever other nonsense i desire in my own hole of the internet. It is by no means a well made website, but it is my own, and for these it is far more entertaining than anything mark zuckerburg can ship to my door; i hope you will find it at least mildly amusing.
for those who have wandered in on their own, i welcome you equally, and am otherwise uncertain of what to make of your existance. Hrm!
Love Cecil
Featured song: All My Friends - LCD Soundsystem
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That's how it starts
We go back to your house
You check the charts
And start to figure it out
And if it's crowded, all the better
Because we know we're gonna be up late
But if you're worried about the weather
Oh, then you picked the wrong place to stay
That's how it starts
And so it starts
You switch the engine on
We set controls for the heart of the sun
One of the ways that we show our age
And if the sun comes up, if the sun comes up, if the sun comes up
And I still don't wanna stagger home
Then it's the memory of our betters
That are keeping us on our feet
You spent the first five years trying to get with the plan
And the next five years trying to be with your friends again
Oh, you're talking 45 turns just as fast as you can
Yeah, I know it gets tired, but it's better when we pretend
It comes apart
The way it does in bad films
Except the part
Where the moral kicks in
Though we're running out of the drugs
And the conversation's grinding away
I wouldn't trade one stupid decision
For another five years of life
You drop the first ten years just as fast as you can
And the next ten people who are trying to be polite
When you're blowing 85 days in the middle of France
Yeah, I know it gets tired, only where are your friends tonight?
And to tell the truth
Oh, this could be the last time
So here we go
Like a sales force into the night
And if I made a fool, if I made a fool, if I made a fool
On the road, there's always this
And if I'm sewn into submission
I can still come home to this
And with a face like a dad and a laughable stan
You can sleep on the plane or review what you said
When you're drunk and the kids look impossibly tanned
You think over and over, "Hey, I'm finally dead"
Oh, if the trip and the plan come apart in your hand
You can turn it on yourself, you ridiculous clown
You'll forgot what you meant when you read what you said
And, yeah, we knew you were tired, but then
Where are your friends tonight? Where are your friends tonight?
Where are your friends tonight?
If I could see all my friends tonight, if I could see all my friends tonight
If I could see all my friends tonight, if I could see all my friends tonight
