HIPSTERS
There are tribes made up of strings of genres, separated by commas, and willing to fight tooth and nailgun for their beliefs.
With true love based on trust funds, armies of exclusionist revolutionaries launch molotov cocktails made of PBR cans, hoping to keep the mainstream at bay.
All this war is chronicled on the blogs. See for yourself.
1.28.2009
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Prose,
rough works,
What ever,
What I'm Creating.,
Writing Exercises
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