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Happy Daze

A special thanks to Rebecca and Aidan for modeling

P.S. : As you scroll through these pictures, you might get the full effect by listening to this at the same time.

-Alison and Clare

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he stayed up staring in the apartment built tenement houses of the Lower East Side, smoking & tapping

clicking & thinking at that typewriter, a poet escaping from his insides

down below at the street there were sounds of a saxophone or taxi bell or the whistle clang of the elevated train

the winged angel perched atop the building rooftop monuments of decay

alone at last as the neon flashes erupted silent & streaking through times square

the moon & the Brooklyn Bridge & he knew then that to say was to feel & to feel was to think

there was no failure in losing

 but only a failure to be condemned by the ones trapped in the commonplace motion of the year

- Ali and Clare

poem by Ewan Munro

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