I am casting for growth hormone in Allston. I am dreaming of blonde, statuesque elevators, plentiful and fast enough to supplant the escalator once and for all. Or vice versa.
Saturday, November 21, 2009
aa/19.11.2009
I am hesitant, little brother, but this train is decisive and unhurried. Can you hear it? Are you tapping your feet, too? Is this nostalgia-free routine as familiar as algebra? I am haunting it today.
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