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When I was younger, I hoped to be like Andy Warhol. Everybody like everybody. I hoped to be like God. Anyone like Anyone. I hoped to be somewhere, with new faces. I hoped I wouldn't lose mine. When I was younger, I walked like Grace Slick. Someone like Someone. I walked like caterpillars, foot after foot, going slow. I walked like someone with a place to go. I walked with no destination . Now that I’m older, I hope Andy Warhol didn’t know I hope God doesn’t know I couldn’t see him. I hope somewhere leads to one face, I hope I can pick mine out among a million. Now that I’m older, I walk and thank Grace Slick. I walk and don’t step on caterpillars, squirming. I walk and go somewhere, Walking until I reach Myself.
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Jun 2, 2012
Jun 2, 2012 at 3:26 PM UTC
Andy Warhol's Slick Grace
When I was younger, I hoped to be like Andy Warhol. Everybody like everybody. I hoped to be like God. Anyone like Anyone. I hoped to be somewhere, with new faces. I hoped I wouldn't lose mine. When I was younger, I walked like Grace Slick. Someone like Someone. I walked like caterpillars, foot after foot, going slow. I walked like someone with a place to go. I walked with no destination . Now that I’m older, I hope Andy Warhol didn’t know I hope God doesn’t know I couldn’t see him. I hope somewhere leads to one face, I hope I can pick mine out among a million. Now that I’m older, I walk and thank Grace Slick. I walk and don’t step on caterpillars, squirming. I walk and go somewhere, Walking until I reach Myself.
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Jun 2, 2012
Jun 2, 2012 at 3:26 PM UTC
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