You were the blond at the Jay Reatard show. We ran into each other on Nassau walking dogs. You are a beautiful Asian girl wearing boots. I like the way you loop your "l's" in your anti-liberal graffiti. You're just like me, with torn knee jeans. You had Nutella in your hands. I like Nutella, I could like you. Your back was towards me at the chiropractor's office. I was behind you in line to vote. You, the one wearing your shirt inside out. You rushed off the train, probably to work on your exquisite biceps. I think you swallowed my lip ring. I saw you (leggy, well-dressed) reading a yellow book about Hezbollah- I just wanted to say: life is short, let's paint together.
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