I Can't Spell 'Bourgeoisie'
Wouldn't you like to get away?
Kerouac's beckoning with open arms,
And open fields of eucalyptus, westward bound
Wouldn't you like to get away?
Give yourself up to the allure of Catcher in the Rye
The future's swathed in stars and stripes
Now if I could write like that, I would be set for life. But then I would be Scottish and my name would be Stuart and I would have to eat haggis so then again maybe not. Nothing wrong with being Scottish, just that I'm a warm weather and intelligible accent sort of person. (No, don't fling rocks at me, Mimi, I love your accent I really really do.)
Damn it's hard to write with such singalongable awesome music playing and multiple Firefox tabs open with lyrics to each song, even that French one, oh la la. Incidentally, people, who here thinks that Sufjan Stevens might potentially be perhaps maybe possibly gay? He's certainly a dish, isn't he. (Objectively speaking, of course.)
These are the sort of intellectual exercises that keep me from finishing my class assignments. Yeah.
*Runs off to Google 'Devendra Banhart'.*
Damn it's hard to write with such singalongable awesome music playing and multiple Firefox tabs open with lyrics to each song, even that French one, oh la la. Incidentally, people, who here thinks that Sufjan Stevens might potentially be perhaps maybe possibly gay? He's certainly a dish, isn't he. (Objectively speaking, of course.)
These are the sort of intellectual exercises that keep me from finishing my class assignments. Yeah.
*Runs off to Google 'Devendra Banhart'.*
