thick soled nikes under maple trees line pathways like people on a wedding day. too much white and black, and a lot of money wasted. us millennials ask for pore strips and itunes gift cards and jeans from fucking american eagle as if they grow on trees–am i jealous? yes. it would be nice to ride a mercedes with the windows open and drake blasting from the car speakers as we piss people off. marlboros could be in our hands(because apparently, our lungs as chimneys is classy) as we whizz past reality with our winged eyeliner and expensive perfume. because life is too short, right?
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paraphernalia
Poetrypretentious poetry. FOREWARNING: this was written over three years. my style changes dramatically, as does everything else. quality of pieces varies.
