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[Image Description: Background is several triangles in a circle like a pie alternating from true red, scarlet and black. A robin is sitting on his perch looking to the right.
Top Text: “Customer says ‘THERE SHOULD BE A SIGN THAT SAYS THAT.’”
Bottom Text: “THERE IS.”]
Many people die at twenty five and aren’t buried until they are seventy five.
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| — | Benjamin Franklin (via frambuesas) |
Your first time out of the country
of your own skin, I didn’t bring a map.
You always hated that I’d been lucky
enough to pick my way through streets
I couldn’t pronounce to find cathedrals,
graveyards. If you were a city, you said,
I’d only like to know your suburbs.
If you were a city, I said, I’d like to know
your poor neighborhoods, your inner parts.
Read your graffiti. Drink your tap water.
Feel your smog and dirt stick to my sweat.
Hear your orchestra of sirens and gunshots.
I’d know which of your streets to walk.
If you were a city, I’d expect to be robbed.
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| — | Heather Sommer, Traveler (via grammatolatry) |
