Justin Harris Jun 2015
.I saw you for the first time
Behind a screen
Dressed in grey.
Brown and beautiful,
and a wearing a beanie
It was your crown
You smiled at times
And I stared in awe
My screen screamed snapshot
But I was to grasped in the moment to think
My heart beated furiously
Intoxicated by a fiery passion
Then on one faithful day
I saw you
You experience me
I layed down my lips
On thine lips of my craving
Two heart beating for you
For only one that satisfies me
I am facing you
And you, my shoe
Blushing and cringing
I lift up your face;
exquisite; a light in the dark.
I kiss you one time,
and I say to you these lines,
Come with me
Your hipster man
and hold on tight
Grip my hipster hand
Stand close to me
My hipster bride
As you my love
Swiftly hug me tight.
Our hipster heaven
Is sealed off tight
A world unknown
In my hipster mind.
Your sweet hipster lips
Press against oh me, oh my
This is where feels come from.
Shutting you up one kiss at a time
With hipster might.
Your hipster lips
Wage war with mine.
Compassionately
The freedom of my hipster mind.
We are conscience now.
We love; ebullient.
Perfectly written
To excogitate.
I love you more than
Your hipster mind can comprehend.
It can’t ever be put in words.
You’re my hipster wife.
I’m your one true love and..
..your hipster husband.
You hipster lips.
I hunger for, i’m starving.
My hipster source of hipster life.
I feed you love.
You are always first.
Living like mitty
Means nothing to me
If you aren’t happy.
Living mitty with me.
You know what make one square? Caring too much about what other’s think.
Being “square” is to be conforming.
No one has to tell a hipster that they are hip. If they are a true hipster, they don’t care. It’s not a costume, It’s not some kind of uniform. it’s just a way of life. Liking what they like. Posers might care.
Nobody hates hipsters more than hipsters.
Tim Heidecker
If they like craft beer, scratchy beard, vinyl records of vintage rockabilly bands, restoring old pinball machines, outsider art – it’s what they do. It’s what they enjoy, it’s their passion. Posers are squares in disguise.
Sleep is for squares.
Henry Rollins
Squares remove themselves from their secret desires and put on the garb of what is expected. They know not themselves.
I used to be a renegade
I used to fool around
But I couldn’t take the punishment
And had to settle down
Now I’m playing it real straight
And yes, I cut my hair
You might think I’m crazy
But I don’t even care
Because I can tell what’s going on
It’s hip to be square
It’s hip to be square
I like my bands in business suits
I watch them on TV
I’m working out most every day
And watchin’ what I eat
They tell me that it’s good for me
But I don’t even care
I know that it’s crazy
I know that it’s nowhere
But there is no denying that
It’s hip to be square
It’s hip to be square
It’s hip to be square
So hip to be squareIt’s not too hard to figure out
You see it every day
And those that were the farthest out
Have gone the other way
You see them on the freeway
It don’t look like a lot of fun
But don’t you try to fight it
An idea whose time has come
Don’t tell me that I’m crazy
Don’t tell me I’m nowhere
Take it from me
It’s hip to be square
It’s hip to be square
It’s hip to be square
So hip to be square
Tell ’em, boys
(Here, there, and everywhere)
(Hip, hip, so hip to be a square)
(Here, there, and everywhere)
(Hip, hip)
(Here, there, and everywhere)
(Hip, hip, so hip to be a square)
(Here, there, and everywhere)
(Hip, hip)
(Here, there, and everywhere)
(Hip, hip, so hip to be a square)
(Here, there, and everywhere)
(Hip, hip)
(Here, there, and everywhere)
(Hip, hip, so hip to be a square)
(Here, there, and everywhere)
So hip to be square
(Hip, hip)
(Here, there, and everywhere)
When a person is described as hip, it means they’re trendy or cool, up on the latest thing. These two meanings are unrelated, with the “cool” meaning coming from the slang hep, popular with jazz musicians around 1915.
Fakery
You see them all the time, the Stepford wife and her counterpart, the bronzed over, buffed high sheen, man bun walking in skinny jeans, so tight they squeak… HIPSTER as they pass on by. With a flower in the beard, the artisan’s musk hinting the air, beeswax soap and a scent of irony, the newfound Stepford-hipster syndrome, Both are the same but from different sides, one glossy-eyed, over-medicated, injected perma- grinned. The other a living Subaru commercial, planting city trees, while in the not-so-distant future a real life Banksy dog will pee. The urban sprawl, the shame of it all, the 1%, the cost of the gas, that gets her to the shore while texting and calling in her oversized Cadillac Escalade, that was beeped violently at it drove right past A city zap it rental, Toyota Prius hybrid sport, on the Garden State Parkway with a flowered bearded hipster driving slowly with thick black glasses, inside.
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