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The older we get. The more we connected we get. Preteens have group text messages about sleepovers. Bud lights. Tents. And manmade lakes. Sleeping in cars with each other. with our tribe. The older we get the further we are from Snake on the Nokia phone. and now Pokemon are literally in the streets. and the further we are from when one would text you had to press the number 7 button twice to get to the Q train to Astoria Blvd and the numeric sign the sign for number becomes a
dear text chain
dear text chain i'm sorry i want to but i can't so i don't.

Kathleen. Throw on your new dress.
Saw Kathleen on the street today. She’s lived in Williamsburg for 40 years. Greenpoint for 20. orsomething. She wants to shed a few pounds to fit into my coat. Birthday was yesterday. Got hit by a car last week on Franklin The metal in my third fourth and fifth lumbar aches from yesterday’s work out. Too crazy to die. YEA! HAHAHA Genuine laughter #same High five Almond Croissant. Privilege Understand your privilege. Turn your guilt into responsibility. Take a selfay. Continue

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get out of work early. finish a book. take a few selfies. make art. or "#art". out of your gram. out of your face. out of your privilege. out of celebrating yourself thru the cracked screen of your iPhone 6. start your sentences with lowercase letters. conclude your poem. with a string of hashtags. that make your one eye selfie situation more accessible to a few others. #basic #gay #millennial #lyfe #poem #butchqueen #selfay #whatever 💕 eat a stack of organic cookies. tell t