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February 1, 2010 / Prof Cupcake.

Factory Fresh

there are these people who walk around and you can just tell they are old souls. its not that they look wise, or that they have incalculable specific knowledge about an archaic time, like ancient greece, its just that they radiate something more then body heat. its this look of, oh been their done that awkward teen years. I am not one of those people. I am what i like to think is the very vogue factory fresh line of souls. I’m like Oil Slick tights, this years current fashion trend or potential new staple of everyones wardrobe, it remains to be scene. But i’m here and I’m here now.

A good friend has spent the past few days explaining to me  how everything sucks. there are less trees, more disease, more war, less space, more people, less belief, less indians, more technology, less visible stars and so on and so on and so on.

and while he is write. stuff is a bit shitstormed three ways towards a cluster fuck at the mo. (even the word moment has been reduced to mo, a clear sign of said shitstormery) its all very new to me. How is anyone not everyday overwhelmed by the beauty of this world. fucked up or not, its still got a lot of grandeur in it.


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