let lemons be angry

I was fourteen years old. She was a jc student with permed hair, green doc martens, a bob dylan tour t-shirt, a safety pin in her ear, and a sketchbook of disturbing things. She brought a stack of pink floyd cds to camp. I look around now and realise there aren't many people wearing bob dylan and green doc martens, what more seventeen-year-old girls. Come save Singapore from mindless storebought combinations, o Personal Style.