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Essays from an Aging Youth

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Muir

Also, she's a borachona.
Also, she’s a borachona.
Sometimes she farts in elevators.
Sometimes she farts in elevators.
Divided
Divided
Her hair smells like eggs.
Her hair smells like eggs.
Sometimes she's okay though.
Sometimes she’s okay though.
Sunset Railing
Sunset Railing
Comedown Machine
Comedown Machine
Briones
Briones
Slow Dreaming
Slow Dreaming
Headlands
Headlands
Muir Lookout
Muir Lookout
Sunset
Sunset
Rothko
Rothko

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Headlands

I spend a lot of time by myself
I spend a lot of time by myself
imagining great speeches I'd make
imagining great speeches I’d make
to crowds of people
to crowds of people
how can I help?
how can I help?
But what would I say?
But what would I say?
Or did I find
Or did I find
and not realize
and not realize
that I was the fake.
that I was the fake.

Cold War Kids – Tuxedos

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Ocean Beach

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Light Leak

“we know God is dead, they’ve told us, but listening to you I wasn’t sure.”

Charles Bukowski – Love is a Dog from Hell

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Rothko

“the writing of some
men
is like a vast bridge
that carries you
over
the many things
that claw and tear.

The Wine of Forever”

Charles Bukowski – Love is a Dog from Hell

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