the austin gypsies - ch. 7it was that summer that I learned how to be friends with hipsters. I suppose it's a different process from being friends with other cliche groups, but at the time I didn't know that, as they were my only friends. I was lost in a strange world, one in which maybe the people didn't hate me. I felt strange all the time, and I never let anyone know, I just wrote about it at night instead of sleeping. I was lucky, actually, that I didn't fall in love with any of them. Even though I don't like their whole asthetic much, I was weak enough to love anyone. The idea of having friends was still so foreign to me, and the line between liking someone and lthe austin gypsies - ch. 7
and partially undone, we pickand partially undone; we pick threads from all around us and prepare them to be spun. through his thousand worlds we leave our one. it is yet a trifle where we lose track of what's still real.and partially undone, we pick
we are the thousand men; the sect of pages drawn and left undrawn - read and left unread;
too much to explore for us to finish wandering; too much to rest our feet. in one thousand voices we hear one person singing, in a thousand days we lay to rest the troubles of our lives.
to wandering; to drinking in a gutter with the grandfather of mythology who is our soci
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I had a dream last night that mom fell in love with some guy and had a baby. I dreamt that I saw them in love and that I reacted to it the same way I would one of my friends sleeping in the same bed as someone I didn‘t like. I heard her tell him that she was pregnant and I walked into Oscar’s room and they had become a crying black lump in the bathroom
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and there was this one silhouette that wore patterned stockings and form-fitting memories
I put her in the tree outside my window because she said she must have a home without heat or cold I told her it was cold outside this time of year but she said that’s not the cold I mean
she perched herself on a branch outside my window and, though I knew she never slept, I was surprised to wake up in the night to hear her crying
I knew I could open up the window to talk to her and I could see the scratch marks she had made on it
hi
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"If at first you don't succeed,
destroy all evidence that you even tried."
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