breathmilk

Repeating himself — the ultimate lost opportunity. The adolescent melodrama extending its long shadow deep into your twenties. Your sideburns growing into  beardhair, turning gray. She’s cartwheeling on a rail-thin indie-dude galleon bridgeing Philadephia to Brooklyn. Good luck up North. Sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry

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  1. quilty Post author

    there are no great fat artists. Frank Black is not an artist — he is a songwriter. There are no great fat boyfriends. Charles was cruel to you; you just won’t admit it. Sex is a knife removed from its sheath in the flourescence of a pawnshop. Blink your eyes twice — and buy it! Just kidding

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