Wednesday, April 25, 2018

freeze time, aopocalyptic pop music

collage hopping onto private jet, always lit 
glow of an on-camera light. In between 
big and loud and barely each other, 
picture-perfect, up-down-up-down 
repetitive, predictive nostalgia, 

but also an entire youth
borrowing adulthood 
Our outside chance of 
one day owning a house 
bottomless need for 

everything 
shiny and expensive

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