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	<title>The Prestidigitator &#187; Hipster</title>
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		<title>Man-Boy</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Epiphanies are dime a dozen; even while packing stuff into boxes. Nomadic exasperation perhaps. I&#8217;ve realized I have just a single pair of jeans; that too, one that hasn&#8217;t been washed in a couple of months and has been worn more times than it was designed for. All my t-shirts have insignias of marginally obscure [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Epiphanies are dime a dozen; even while packing stuff into boxes. Nomadic exasperation perhaps. I&#8217;ve realized I have just a single pair of jeans; that too, one that hasn&#8217;t been washed in a couple of months and has been worn more times than it was designed for. All my t-shirts have insignias of marginally obscure cartoons a la Thundercats, comic book characters and band logos. I live in my own little delusional biosphere; oxygenated by seemingly intellectual literature, obligatory rock and indie music, cinema and distorted nostalgia. I pretend to care about things I don&#8217;t and am apathetic to the things that may matter. I lift lines from films hoping people won&#8217;t notice. I have nothing original to say; And now I learn that I am a cliche. Not a beautiful and unique snowflake. Organic decaying matter.</p>
<p>I&#8217;ve been told I act far too old for my age as many times as I&#8217;ve been chided for not growing up. In all likelihood, I&#8217;ll be that guy who hits 40 and still thinks he&#8217;ll make it in a band. Will mediocrity be the result of my struggle for a non conformist higher ground? </p>
<p>And today, she calls me a hipster. There is nothing that soothes the soul like being reduced to a stereotype. Nothing.</p>
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