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when will we fall down
A memory: High school. Reading. Reading books not for class. On my own time. Playing guitar. Writing music. Noise. Tracking pop culture. Green day was still a cool new band at that point. Skipping practice for my sports teams because I had come to believe they were just like any other organized religion. One time I read that Kurt Cobain and his girlfriend Tracy before Courtney lived together in a small apartment in Olympia, Washington. He would rise at 10am and write music, unemployed, and when she was home, they would get drunk on a few beers, nothing too crazy, and get pizza at the place down the street. There is something quaint and beautiful about that to me. We all have varying ideas of romanticism. Surely there is someone else who finds that kind of interaction more enticing than the careerist mania of so many people I meet. Someone who would like to watch videos and have a drink and talk about punk rock or any rock instead of attending 'networking' events as dates. Someone who is restless, perhaps to create something lasting and beautiful. Me: 32, swm, 5'7, cute, fit. You: similar, but you know, a girl. put 'weird seance' in your subject.
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