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The manic pixie dream girl of my youth Curving and tight, scampering along the beach Her wild black hair flying about as she danced Teasing all the boys with her sunlit joys I read to her Rod McKuen by candlelight While Joni Mitchell on the turntable mused We played and smoked, and drank good screwcap wine And played some more, and then she went away And now - an old lady in a funeral home pew And I’m not so sure of myself anymore (“Manic pixie dream girl” is a neologism attributed to film critic Nathan Rubin)
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Apr 28, 2019
Apr 28, 2019 at 3:05 PM UTC
Manic Pixie Dream Girl at Somebody Else's Funeral
The manic pixie dream girl of my youth Curving and tight, scampering along the beach Her wild black hair flying about as she danced Teasing all the boys with her sunlit joys I read to her Rod McKuen by candlelight While Joni Mitchell on the turntable mused We played and smoked, and drank good screwcap wine And played some more, and then she went away And now - an old lady in a funeral home pew And I’m not so sure of myself anymore (“Manic pixie dream girl” is a neologism attributed to film critic Nathan Rubin)
Your ‘umble scrivener’s site is: Reactionarydrivel.blogspot.com. It’s not at all reactionary, tho’ it might be drivel. Lawrence Hall’s vanity publications are available on amazon.com as Kindle and on bits of dead tree: The Road to Magdalena, Paleo-Hippies at Work and Play, Lady with a Dead Turtle, Don’t Forget Your Shoes and Grapes, Coffee and a Dead Alligator to Go, and Dispatches from the Colonial Office.
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Apr 28, 2019
Apr 28, 2019 at 3:05 PM UTC
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