Artist	Song
the smiths	stop me if you think that you've heard this one before
rilo kiley	science vs. romance
beulah	my horoscope said it'd be a bad year
built to spill	sidewalk
modest mouse	all nite diner
ozma	get down to business
the smiths	ask
badly drawn boy	how
wilco	i'm the man who loves you
peaches	aa xxx
spoon	stay don't go
pavement	shady lane
all time quarterback	untitled
modest mouse	broke
bright eyes	pull my hair
sleater-kinney	little mouth
badly drawn boy	the further i slide
elliott smith	sweet adeline
modest mouse	styrofoam boots

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i gave this to a lovely boy on our first date. kind of a random mix with lots of modest mouse, but that's just fine. also, i turned this into a story mix.

stop me if you think that you've heard this one before

a storymix by sarah


once upon a time a man named mr v was taking a walk. he was a lawyer, most recently working on the case of science vs romance. he contemplated it profusely, it was the sad story of two lovestruck beings, one a robot, the other a man. his thoughts consumed him.


it was a tiring life for mr v. he strolled by a dog, who looked at the solemn man perplexingly. "my horoscope said it'd be a bad year," the man told the dog, almost expecting an answer. all he got was silence. the dog turned and trotted away after the neighborhood cat, and the man just sighed at his own pathetic-ness. "what am i to do, to make myself happy? what is Love? how do i find it?" and the dog chased the cat around the yard. he continued down the sidewalk.


mr v came upon the place her set out for, with a sign in the window saying all nite diner. he wanted to see people, just watch. he sat down at the counter, and ordered a coffee from the overweight, overly made up waitress. a woman plopped down beside him, setting her briefcase in front of here. "mr v! we must get down to business, there has to be some law permitting this boy to get custody of the girlbot...maybe if we sue them for negligence..." she stuck her nose into the pile of papers, and he merely sipped his black coffee. "dare i ask who are we to save these beings' love?" he wondered.

"the girlbot would end up watching her boy shrivel away as she only rusted slightly. wouldn't it be better to just take out her system and reboot? how could we not pity them more together?"


the woman ignored him and poured over the facts once more. the heartbroken girlbot couldn't leave her laboratory to go away with her scientist of a man, becos the other scientists could not allow it. but how was this Love? the court would ask. couldn't it just be a glitch in her circuits mistaken for Love? while the question was being pondered, the girlbot and boy couldn't see one another. at their last meeting, her love cried, "i'm the man who loves you, don't worry baby," and aa xxx replied "stay, don't go!" there was nothing the lawyer could do. of course this wasn't natural, it was hopeless. it was the metal compactor (brave little toaster haha) for aa xxx. oh, unrequited robot love.


the woman almost had tears in her eyes. what a nice tragedy for modern day romantics.


mr v walked out and back down the shady lane he came from. The street was untitled, it was merely his own poor place. unfortunately due to lots of lost cases, he was broke like a self-conscious teenage boy's voice. he walked by some kids playing. they were wrestling, one yelled "don't pull my hair!" and the other boy did anyways.


mr v stumbled into his house and plopped down in front of a blank wall. his little mouth began mumbling, talking aloud to himself. "the further i slide from reality, the less i care about anything. perhaps that's the way it goes." and with that, he gave in to a waiting bottle of sweet adeline, you know, the hard stuff. he slipped away into unconsciousness, and dreamt of a man walking across water. was it becos he was holy, or merely an act of magic, like styrofoam boots? even in his dreams, mr v could only doubt...

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