Leaves are turning brown
All over the ground
Leaves make like paper
Make like paper sounds
Way back, back then
I considered you my best friend
But the last time I saw you
I knew I'd never see you again
-Make Like Paper, Red House Painters.
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- ambrown
- MY (edited) MANIFESTO: I am more than aware that starting a blog about being young and unemployed is just a starved excuse for attention and an attempt at pretending that my particular experiences HAVE NEVER BEEN EXPERIENCED BY ANYONE ELSE BEFORE EVER, but I'm hoping i find some gimmicky, interesting way to present my thoughts that you keep coming back for more. I know the internet doesn't need another skinny white guy writing about his left-leaning political ideology, his caffeinated experiences in a foreign country, or the nuances of a liberal arts education, but I won't let that stop me. I had a livejournal in high school that was clearly the shit, and just imagine what I could do to this blog with a little html, some life-changing experiences and four in the morning cartography. Consider this blog the pinnacle of "21st century, urban revivalist technologically-connected-but-emotionally-alienated existentialist crisis state of our privileged-Western World lives in which irony’s the vehicle used to convey emotions we somehow can't express otherwise" hilarity. Hi. I'm Aaron, and I'm a makeshift Minneapolitan from suburban Portland, Oregon. It's nice to meet you.
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