Tag Archives: Thom Young

America

america has sunshine I never wanted it has oceans and women that aren’t on its mountains it has television sets of sad lives and sometimes they’re on repeat and repeat all over again. it has birds that don’t sing my … Continue reading

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Hero

the last dead American hero wrote it all down before he died and no one read it except the half-Mexican girl born in the stars and she laughed and cried because the dream was over the great I am had … Continue reading

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