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Wes Anderson Valentines

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 by indianzummer.Animated with Loopcam for iPhone.

by indianzummer.
Animated with Loopcam for iPhone.

What looked like love had just been teen spirit. But what a wonderful thing, to sit on a high wall, dizzy with joy, and think nothing of breaking your ankles.
Endless Summer
By Nate Pritts b. 1974 Nate Pritts



It was the summer I fucked up the summer fucked up me
fucked up a fuck-up in the summer & I spent time laying under stars
too much time I wasted the stars you lied to me under the stars
& the summer was endless the summer endless it was an endless summer





endless & I said things like “If I ever see you again”
but I’ll never see you again I never saw you again I made sure of that
& I circled the lake I went in circles the lake was endless it was
summer I fucked up too much time & I never saw you again & I





circled & it was endless & the stars lied to me the summer
light moving so slowly I saw the summer light move endless
& when I see you the trees will cluster green rage green trees raging
with love endless love & I’ll never see you again I made sure of that





wasted under the stars the slow summer light the endless fuck-up
& you never again you lovely you summer you everything that is now
never again whatever that may be the rage I loved me under the stars
then & now endless wasting away me haze wandering around endless





haze it was endless too much time & you lied to me & I said things like
I can’t describe the air on my skin can you can you please I know it was
important & the light from stars moved so slowly & you moved off
forever how can you save everything everything important endless





summer light the fuck-up the lake a circle circling the lake
how can you save everything how can I answer you the light of summer
stars I’m sorry for my light the endlessness of my endless & my fuck-up
the me that is now looking back & thinking & this summer circling

Monflamberet

Monflamberet

Ginsberg and Dylan walk to Kerouac’s grave
Fall isn’t like summer at all.

Ginsberg and Dylan walk to Kerouac’s grave

Fall isn’t like summer at all.

“Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall.”

― F. Scott FitzgeraldThe Great Gatsby