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the man. the snor.

if only we could see us now

a day on long street, when going to long street was still something we planned days around and bruce tait antiques and kitsch collectibles was still open. notice the limited edition thrift-store teaparty mike, jonny sporting the world's most offensive anti-fringe, and james looking more or less identical to how he does now. great day though, i think i found a second-hand cd somewhere. small things.

xoxo

gossip girl

this was a good day, but i still owe franco R100 for it

the train ride back from kalk bay earlier this year...definitely one of the strangest and most eventful experiences of my life, involving a folded up page of a very backwater porn magazine witha used johnny inside it.

faggotry

witness me branding myself as somebody who probably has a fringe down to his ankles, snakebites, bisexual tendencies and listens to hawthorne heights:

gin eyes

burn this city

and build it up from the ground

it's always gonna be here, you know

(and on and on)

and on top of it all

the lights come on

the sweat still shows

just sink in

just bite down.

for all the pity

that gold-plated the crown

you wear, you left nothing to show

of the light i burned into you

the lights fade

in two shades

we lost count

we backed down

the sweat stains

all false claims

just cut short.

just choke down.

artbeefs

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