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ant infested arm chairs folding accordian hardwoods seas of soiled laundry littered about tomorrow i'll hand off my birthday in a bag to the neighbors, someone may as well make a cent or two off my quarter of a century on this earth the whole block talks **** about us in spanish, quiero decirles que entiendo, but instead, i smoke bowls on the porch and laugh at their corruption and convinction over a couple of twenty somethings who like to have a good time a little too much i imagine them lining the streets with pitch forks and torches, yelling to us, escuche perras, su tiempo ha venido, instead the neighborhood committee knocks on the door at four pm interrupting my six hours of vommiting, i stumble down the stairway bra-less, brazen, and baited, waiting for the moment to say, we'll be gone july first funny how families are cool with drug front pyramid marts, but birthday parties seem to have no place here
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Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 12:18 AM UTC
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ant infested arm chairs folding accordian hardwoods seas of soiled laundry littered about tomorrow i'll hand off my birthday in a bag to the neighbors, someone may as well make a cent or two off my quarter of a century on this earth the whole block talks **** about us in spanish, quiero decirles que entiendo, but instead, i smoke bowls on the porch and laugh at their corruption and convinction over a couple of twenty somethings who like to have a good time a little too much i imagine them lining the streets with pitch forks and torches, yelling to us, escuche perras, su tiempo ha venido, instead the neighborhood committee knocks on the door at four pm interrupting my six hours of vommiting, i stumble down the stairway bra-less, brazen, and baited, waiting for the moment to say, we'll be gone july first funny how families are cool with drug front pyramid marts, but birthday parties seem to have no place here
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Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 12:18 AM UTC
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