it's what I remember the most
Pais Vasco to San Francisco, all the girls my casiotone
Daddy-o, Mommy-o, I went to England and tried to find my soul
I’d like to make a list of all the characteristics of pseudointellectuals, but I’d surely find one of my characteristics on that list, but nobody would be aware of the irony and the self-awareness that goes into that, but to be self-aware of how self-aware you are is surely something pseudointellectuals do, am I right?
I have a confession to make. On those quiet late nights in Ohio, I used to put on a livefeed of Times Square just to remind myself that somewhere out there, there is a whole city that actually doesn’t sleep.
For some reason, I think it made me feel better. Even when I wasn’t feeling bad.
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