Something old.

Thursday, March 30, 2006

artline 200 + styrofoam cup.

most of the time we are about to burst into flames.
we command our evenings with a glow.
we can not clap for your antics.
sometimes we are tired, and do not feel like shouting with our eyes.
the people we know are a house of mirrors.
the people we meet are easily fooled.
we do laugh when you dictate friendship in terms of top 8s.
we do wonder if it makes you proud.
we were probably pirates before you,
or dirt poets.
no, we will not make the same mistakes our parents made.
we will make completely new ones.


"I'm in love with illusion, so saw me in half."
- Jenny Lewis

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