city streets
hella hipsters
grannie touristy feeding the pigeons
we are obviously not locals
I may be in my grey tone-monochrome
sequin shirt, my horizontal striped sweater
Speciality's Cafe, tasty delights
cutey hipster jesus across the way
SASSOON Union & 5th St 9:34 am
waiting to open
tones of fixies, everyone wears a helmet
no bones about it
reminds me of europe June 24, 60s in the
morning 70s in the day
me & the white rabbit are going places
leaving the South
suffocating, suffocation by bible belt
there are no fat turds here
lemme meet a washington boy, plz.
