Caitlin,
Somedays it's immensely cold and empty at the west park church, I can't really afford to loose my room and I enjoy the weird esoteric plays, these sort of dead works of the internet sacred text archieves, the roses that are chilling in the balcony that I'm surprised the occupiers didn't fall off of. It's become a sort of home to me, fucking living there for the last 15 months it feels like I lived at 47 Mollusk in Williamsburg, maybe living on the upper west side has finally made me offically williamsburg, brooklyn since I still tell people I'm from there despite the years of limbo since we've spoken.
-Little Nemo
(Veruca Salt)
Somedays it's immensely cold and empty at the west park church, I can't really afford to loose my room and I enjoy the weird esoteric plays, these sort of dead works of the internet sacred text archieves, the roses that are chilling in the balcony that I'm surprised the occupiers didn't fall off of. It's become a sort of home to me, fucking living there for the last 15 months it feels like I lived at 47 Mollusk in Williamsburg, maybe living on the upper west side has finally made me offically williamsburg, brooklyn since I still tell people I'm from there despite the years of limbo since we've spoken.
-Little Nemo
(Veruca Salt)
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