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2001-09-28 - 1:02 a.m. - bowling green, 2001 the city breathesash and salt- water twisitng barbed wires of memory around our fingers, a reminder of the way bonfires smell, and the acute swelling of smoke from smokestacks and ashtrays. the sidewalk screams for recognition until finally a girl stoops down and presses her lips to the the cool concrete and attempts to suck the cement from its block, the sediment from the rock and instead she only cuts her lips open and stands up smiling that cherry kool-aid smile dripping with the essence of bram stoker, francis ford coppola and (unfortunately) john carpenter. xoxo listen to: a mixtape. � � |