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in suburbia there are no dogs only knuckle sandwiches and unclean litter-boxes the mailman comes every day at two only to keep on going once there was lemonade stands and yard sales now piling junk and rotting fruit we stack all the flat bicycle tires up and climb to the sun only to fall back down again sometimes we can smell the stench from the landfill 4 hours from here or two minutes - depending on how you get there everyone has a car nobody has a jack-o-lantern anymore the grass is starting to get tired of eternity "i never signed up for this" they say the windowsills are planes of dirt <4, 2> ladybug carcass heading to rotterdam i think the sun burned all the stars away the snow that used to fall now sinks into the ground listen close to hear the drab hum of the political gurus speaking in tongues exponential growth, i think from nowhere to somewhere to nowhere in ten seconds flat paperboys, sandbuckets, travelling salesman telescopes, watering cans, wagon wheels nannies, idle time, hide and seek now everyone's got something important to say but not to the gods only to heaven maybe there are dogs in suburbia but that's all there is anymore
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Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 11:47 PM UTC
in suburbia
in suburbia there are no dogs only knuckle sandwiches and unclean litter-boxes the mailman comes every day at two only to keep on going once there was lemonade stands and yard sales now piling junk and rotting fruit we stack all the flat bicycle tires up and climb to the sun only to fall back down again sometimes we can smell the stench from the landfill 4 hours from here or two minutes - depending on how you get there everyone has a car nobody has a jack-o-lantern anymore the grass is starting to get tired of eternity "i never signed up for this" they say the windowsills are planes of dirt <4, 2> ladybug carcass heading to rotterdam i think the sun burned all the stars away the snow that used to fall now sinks into the ground listen close to hear the drab hum of the political gurus speaking in tongues exponential growth, i think from nowhere to somewhere to nowhere in ten seconds flat paperboys, sandbuckets, travelling salesman telescopes, watering cans, wagon wheels nannies, idle time, hide and seek now everyone's got something important to say but not to the gods only to heaven maybe there are dogs in suburbia but that's all there is anymore
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alavandala
Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 11:47 PM UTC
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