November 2009
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ADMIT IT
Admit it! Despite your pseudo-bohemian appearance And vaguely leftist doctrine of beliefs You know nothing about art or sex That you couldn’t read in any trendy New York underground fashion magazine Prototypical non-conformist You are a vacuous soldier of the thrift store Gestapo You adhere to a set of standards and tastes That appear to be determined by an unseen panel of hipster judges...
“You were just a boy on a bed in a room, like a kaleidoscope is a tube full of...”
– Francesca Lia Block (via theram)
Wasteland. <3
October 2009
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Laura Laurent
Laura, are you still living there On your estate of sorrows? You used to leave it occasionally But now you don’t even bother To ride that commuter train, west to Chicago To stroll through the greenery in the park past the statues How their eyes seemed to follow you like a hated addiction Their beauty carved out of absolutes that you could never claim Or even envision Laura, you were...
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