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Into the hive of the Hipster - No adults in sight. I find myself surrounded By the noise of Babylon; The youngsters Babel-ing on: Chirping & bleating & screeching; Mooing & meowing & barking; Grunting & neighing & beating chests. I enjoy the noise of youth - The vocal gesticulations Washing over me, unthreatening; Breaking upon my calm, Ever-so-mature island of peace. While the pack brays remorseless, I let it flow through my ears - Oblivious and uncaring, Indifferent. A **** - I-don't-give. Been there, done that - want/need more.
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Mar 7, 2014
Mar 7, 2014 at 4:34 PM UTC
A pit of Vidiots
Into the hive of the Hipster - No adults in sight. I find myself surrounded By the noise of Babylon; The youngsters Babel-ing on: Chirping & bleating & screeching; Mooing & meowing & barking; Grunting & neighing & beating chests. I enjoy the noise of youth - The vocal gesticulations Washing over me, unthreatening; Breaking upon my calm, Ever-so-mature island of peace. While the pack brays remorseless, I let it flow through my ears - Oblivious and uncaring, Indifferent. A **** - I-don't-give. Been there, done that - want/need more.
7-8/3/2014 Enough is Enough, 4 of 9 (Night)
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Mar 7, 2014
Mar 7, 2014 at 4:34 PM UTC
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