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Prophet Protest Phony

I want to go to San Fransisco,

I want to wear the clothes.

I want to stupefy

the bullet between the thigh,

I want to talk in quotes.

I want the world to see that I am hip

and better than all of you.

I want the obscure in a paper plane

just so downstairs knows I am cool.

I want to be a prophet

although I have nothing to say -

a Band on a pin

is another way

I collect

without the listening.

I want to be loved

without knowing what it means

just so I know I could have you for a fuck

if my social life leans.

I want to be a photograph

that shows my best side

so I can be comfort in my skin

Because the camera never lies.

I want you to want to be like me

even though there is no such thing

because everything I have, I have borrowed

and it is boring.

◄ Hysteriana

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Gus Jonsson

Wed 24th Jun 2009 00:22

This is a great read... love it

Gus x

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