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I don't want to hear music, I don't want the sunrise to be pink. The world is a liar. Its ugliness is overwhelming the scraps of beauty make it worse.

Isaac Marion

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Isaac Marion
Age: 42
Born: 1981
Born: December 30
Music Journalist
Novelist
Writer
Seattle
Washington
Overwhelming
Worse
Scraps
Hear
Scrap
Beauty
Liar
Music
Sunrise
Make
Pink
World
Ugliness
Liars

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