Monday, April 22, 2013

Momentary interruption

O concentration. Where hast thou fled, leaving thy fracturable psyche to flail about, captivated by some kind of internal wilderness...8th grade? Pacific Northwest? Your closest friend wants to learn dances and become an actress/model? (Bust A Move music video) 2nd/3rd grade? East Coast? Sitting outside, eating a melting orange creamsicle that you don't actually like? Your babysitter chainsmokes, applies eyeliner to your lids, wants to sleep with David Lee Roth, and makes you sing/memorize the lyrics that "white-winged dove" song? (Edge of Seventeen music video) There must be a better version of that one somewhere...

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