THOSE WHO SUFFER LOVE

08-14-08 . 2:08 pm

I hate Los Angeles, I'm moving to San Francisco, I hate San Francisco, I'm moving to New York, I hate New York, I'm moving to London.

I grow less and less enthusiastic as the days go by, but you tell me I get more glamourous every time you see me.

It's all as loud as possible, it's all packed in cardboard boxes. I'm still drawn to impermanence, I'm still attracted to lazy, but I'm not really interested or attracted by anything in particular.

You whisper and it's low and deep, it barely makes any sound-

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