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Follow me, don’t follow me
I’ve got my spine, I’ve got my Orange Crush
Collar me, don’t collar me
I’ve got my spine, I’ve got my Orange Crush
— R.E.M., “Orange Crush”
When I was a little girl, one crushed firefly made me feel prettier than any makeup ever could.
A summertime crush, courtesy of mass transit.
Was it love or inertia that kept pushing me back to the stage?
A ghost, a stereo, and how the young hip hop community of Moamba, Mozambique, fell apart.