hi-ho-hipster!

"i dont know why i got so attached its my responsibility and you dont owe nothing to me but to walk away i have no capacity" it s all a winehouse kinda love, a good turn of the word, shameless sadness, young rich and homeless, feeling hunger, apt 304, trying to stay alive, being on stage for your viewing pleasure, tapping my feet and other gestures of odd nervousness (charming and ineffective), the zen garden at the met, my wife totally my wife as she is my life my sin my soul with a progressive lull, dirty fucking hipsters like noel fielding i should suppose however the trick is in his hair he has hair that is akin to a bomb of fabulous exploding, ridiculously good looking people with a flair for exceptional mixtapes, singing off-key very much out-loud, hooligans, doing fantastical dances later documented and analyzed extensively, five o'clock shadows except not really on women because that's a bit strange although I am not one to discriminate, hosting events on rooftops during which i am fondled lovingly, sleeping really well which rarely happens but when it does oh me oh my, spying on rappers getting out of escalades with louis vuitton pillows, fresh beats, yuppies with extraordinary sense of direction, sharpie markers in dozens of delicious colours, avoiding queasy morning afters, dirty fucking porn and porn stars and whores and leverything else related of course, general oddities, all dem skinny model bitchez, etc. etc. i really enjoy etc. etc.