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an 85 year old man on his cell phone on the train is somehow very charming. even more so when he hands his phone across all of the ipod 20something corporates to give it to his wife for her to talk on it too.
reading your zine, a song came of from my old friend sean, and today is punks birthday and i feel like i am in all of my different histories at once and i want us all to go swimming at the lake... today while i walk through the city with blood on the sidewalks and flowers in its hair
coming out of the train the cool warm morning makes me take off my sweater to feel the air on my arms for one last walk before the midwest summer tricks succumb to the fog waiting at the ocean to remind us of san francisco
things feel like they're moving too fast but to slow them down would choke the life out of all of it
i need a nice long bike ride
reading your zine, a song came of from my old friend sean, and today is punks birthday and i feel like i am in all of my different histories at once and i want us all to go swimming at the lake... today while i walk through the city with blood on the sidewalks and flowers in its hair
coming out of the train the cool warm morning makes me take off my sweater to feel the air on my arms for one last walk before the midwest summer tricks succumb to the fog waiting at the ocean to remind us of san francisco
things feel like they're moving too fast but to slow them down would choke the life out of all of it
i need a nice long bike ride
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Date: 2009-04-23 07:49 pm (UTC)Sounds like a line in a song....write it.