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wearing your brand-loyalty like a politcal campaign t-shirt cute you almost seem proud to be so very confused walking to the beat of the same **** pop-song that every ******* radio station's been blaring for months designer cup of sludge in hand and the billboards tell you that you might be pretty maybe some day if you drop thirty-five pounds and buy an over priced bottle of this seasons heavily-scented false sense of "belonging" that outghtta do it tuck lift plump fake it cash in your mail-in rebates for another hunk of junk with a heavy price tag determined solely by how badly sad saps like you will want what the magazines say that others have how sad you lost sight of yourself years ago somewhere in the housewares section of the Elmhurst Target you drifted off near the alarm clocks whilst day-dreaming about wall-paper schemes and zebra wood cupboards and an apron that would match your sunday dress you got it mixed up worth isn't measured by cost beauty isn't measured in inches and wealth most certainly isn't measurd by a bank statement but scoff and laugh me off like i'm some kind of eccentric fool rendered maladjusted after years of steady concious thought leave me to squelch in the riches of my own cosmic existence penniless and proud as a king leave me to find the mountain's top and ocean's floor and black-top's end leave it me to be me i'll go ahead and leave it to you to be them
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Dec 14, 2012
Dec 14, 2012 at 8:58 PM UTC
cashing out.
wearing your brand-loyalty like a politcal campaign t-shirt cute you almost seem proud to be so very confused walking to the beat of the same **** pop-song that every ******* radio station's been blaring for months designer cup of sludge in hand and the billboards tell you that you might be pretty maybe some day if you drop thirty-five pounds and buy an over priced bottle of this seasons heavily-scented false sense of "belonging" that outghtta do it tuck lift plump fake it cash in your mail-in rebates for another hunk of junk with a heavy price tag determined solely by how badly sad saps like you will want what the magazines say that others have how sad you lost sight of yourself years ago somewhere in the housewares section of the Elmhurst Target you drifted off near the alarm clocks whilst day-dreaming about wall-paper schemes and zebra wood cupboards and an apron that would match your sunday dress you got it mixed up worth isn't measured by cost beauty isn't measured in inches and wealth most certainly isn't measurd by a bank statement but scoff and laugh me off like i'm some kind of eccentric fool rendered maladjusted after years of steady concious thought leave me to squelch in the riches of my own cosmic existence penniless and proud as a king leave me to find the mountain's top and ocean's floor and black-top's end leave it me to be me i'll go ahead and leave it to you to be them
Sparrowfreckles
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Dec 14, 2012
Dec 14, 2012 at 8:58 PM UTC
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