spit-tears's Diaryland
Diary
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comfest09
I used to write poems at comfest. volunteering and drinking underage sit under the sun heat at least 81 humming tunes with the faces on stage. But then I was young and didn't mind I was sunburnt-- barefoot, pigtails and my volunteer t-shirt. Those were the beautiful days when our hearts broke in far fewer ways but our hands aren't empty anymore we've employed them with cigarettes and cellphones. cellophane wrapped sandwiches and tails on the clouds we navigate crowds and sway to the music of dancing bodies. Today is a day for the free to remind us that we are a we and if there's anything we need-- it's community.
9:45 am - Monday, Jun. 29, 2009
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