Jacob Lawrence, "The Lovers," 1946
Jacob Lawrence, The Lovers (1946)
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She pierced my ear with needle and string, the organic way, no staple gun at the mall.

She says she won't sleep with me, because I'm too serious, and it makes her that way, and she's afraid she may be hurt, and it all seems like such bullshit to me, but maybe it's true somehow, and I really don't even care.