carry a lamp,
for when you need more light
develop your photographs
and show them to the world
sit
and write
in the dim corners of massachusetts
for hours
don't waste a second
and let your mix tapes
be the soundtrack
for the drive home...
lay down in the grass
finished, spent
eating pineapples
and know that they already love you
talk to strangers
when someone asks of you,
"what is it that you do?"
don't tell them what pays the rent,
tell them what sets you on fire:
write ARTIST in the occupation box
of your passport
and be proud that you're a groupie
and a part-time freak
take pictures of your feet
and write about the show
you went to last saturday
and give it to the world
go on -
you were going to do it anyways...
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