Posted by Clarissa Roudabush on March 21, 2009 01:43 PM|Permalink
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Poems about death and/or mortality, I presume.
Do they know they are sitting outside the Senko Funeral Home?
Maybe no one ever dies in hipsterville - they just go out of fashion.
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Poems about death and/or mortality, I presume.
Do they know they are sitting outside the Senko Funeral Home?
Maybe no one ever dies in hipsterville - they just go out of fashion.
Posted by: JJinBklyn | March 23, 2009 02:02 AM