10 years past REM. 10 years past the goddam smirths. 10 years past high school, can we never get past high school? Still the same innate frustration of slogan songs and the dance-pop asethetic. I lie with books & unanswered letters. Stay at home, not answer the phone and play record after reocord. Do you retreat? Is this defeat? We celebrate by singing along. We celebrate by mouthing words.
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