*synth beats*
bright plastic
blue screen
green screen
*auto-tune screams*
chunky glasses
tuned-in
apathy
*boy band*
drive fast
die young
pretty corpse
*twangy guitar*
“kids today”
kids tomorrow
you tomorrow
*pop radio*
tinted glass
psychedelic holographic
unrelated imagery
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The featured image accompanying this piece, entitled ‘Metrosexual Man’, has been used with the permission of Malaysian artist, Airahnn. You can find out more about Airahnn on Deviant Art and Tumblr.
I talk to myself. I have to. No one else will listen. No one else understands. Even if they did, I wouldn’t dare expose
he swears that the desert is laughing, mocking him with the distant wail of the wind, the hoot of an owl. each spray of dry
“I’m thankful I’m not a horse,” Marla says, as she reaches for the saltine sleeve inside her tote bag.
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