Pawn Shop Blues

I’ve been reading all these stories about sweet broken American girls,

living in a L.A., trying to make it somehow.

Lana’s talking at some point about a choice between

love and knowledge.

That’s how borken girls sing about love and she knows it.

With their perfect high blonde hair and their merciless pouts,

they burst into pawn shops all over America,

then they buy bus tickets or some gasoline

and drive into the smoothness, into the harshness

of the American road,

of the American flags in front of freshly mowed lawns,

of freshly squeezed oranges.

She could live like this, you know.

Pawning her life away,

eating fruits and bread.

Breaking the bread, drinking the juice.

Wearing no earings at all.

pictures by dad

2 Comments Add yours

  1. Anaivilo says:

    That skirt is perfection! I love it;s volume so much!:D Great outfit ! I used to have that same pair of sunglasses, but unfortunately I lost them..I feel nostalgic now 😦

    1. Thank you very much. I ordered the skirt from a site and I was pleasantly surprised when I put it on, it looked perfect indeed! I’m sorry to hear about the sunglasses, they are a dear pair to me as well. Mostly because of their shape, but also because I got them on sale last summer. There, there. >:d<

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