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styles change, in everything, can no longer catch your passing fancy I am Gap, says the sign of the four, no interest no more for what's behind the door, just samo samo variations on a four note theme, been there, done that, khaki is just so blah you're H&M;, four weeks, in store, then gone, no more, no returns, ever, edgy, trendy, and usually quickly, careless made, with haste cheap manufacture words are like clothes, patterns, cut, style, oft looking ridiculous a season later, it's the readers taste, ever seeking out the newest face the man's words, reversed alchemy, ha! golden-into-leaden, potpourri of variable seasonings from gardens of  ancient seasons, lol, stale, lacking efficacy, now ready for a burial permanent, deserving a small museum exhibition too long, too long, so wrong, so wrong, for quick and the digital attention spanners the easy riders of today these words, these words, so wrung, so wrung, so earned, from a life's stories reservoir an accumulated dictionary, now shared with modulated crafted care labelled by the new zoo review archaic, obsolete, old fashioned, worse curse, too **** long, hot **** if that's exactly not, how the man feels his days, these days, exacting and extracting, *too **** long* so drips and drops, will yet be canvas spotted and plotted, for those among us who taste the music, tingling skin with words, cherish the artistry of caring, workmanship, buying the best of what didn't come cheap, stuff that can't be bought in any store, in any style, the slow pleasure of taking care... gotta go, new store in town UNIQLO, hope there is in that name, maybe a chance, something unique, something that will glow
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Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 6:18 AM UTC
I am Gap, you're H&M
styles change, in everything, can no longer catch your passing fancy I am Gap, says the sign of the four, no interest no more for what's behind the door, just samo samo variations on a four note theme, been there, done that, khaki is just so blah you're H&M;, four weeks, in store, then gone, no more, no returns, ever, edgy, trendy, and usually quickly, careless made, with haste cheap manufacture words are like clothes, patterns, cut, style, oft looking ridiculous a season later, it's the readers taste, ever seeking out the newest face the man's words, reversed alchemy, ha! golden-into-leaden, potpourri of variable seasonings from gardens of  ancient seasons, lol, stale, lacking efficacy, now ready for a burial permanent, deserving a small museum exhibition too long, too long, so wrong, so wrong, for quick and the digital attention spanners the easy riders of today these words, these words, so wrung, so wrung, so earned, from a life's stories reservoir an accumulated dictionary, now shared with modulated crafted care labelled by the new zoo review archaic, obsolete, old fashioned, worse curse, too **** long, hot **** if that's exactly not, how the man feels his days, these days, exacting and extracting, *too **** long* so drips and drops, will yet be canvas spotted and plotted, for those among us who taste the music, tingling skin with words, cherish the artistry of caring, workmanship, buying the best of what didn't come cheap, stuff that can't be bought in any store, in any style, the slow pleasure of taking care... gotta go, new store in town UNIQLO, hope there is in that name, maybe a chance, something unique, something that will glow
nat-lipstadt
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99/M/NYC/Lippstadt/Kraków
Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 6:18 AM UTC
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