Hipster at Heart
Outside, the sun arises from its cradle in the tree-tops of the forest. Shadows of pines are dreams the sun shakes from its eyes. The sun arises. Gold-glowing child, it steps into the sky and sends a birth-song slanting down gray dust streets and sleepy windows of the southern town.
--Toomer
--Toomer
Ladies and gentleman, a pimp on a treadmill. [more photos from last night]
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