A subdivision in front of a subdivision?
Oh, sweet Jesus and all the records I listened to and all the cigarettes I smoked in the driveway and all the Monstervision and X-Files I watched and all the coffee I drank and all the other life-affirming memories I have, no. No. NO!
Why, Spring? Why?
I know why, but- oh Christ, can't I have something, no matter how meager? Is a stretch of open field that fucking much to ask for?
Sunday's disgust was a product of shock; today's... Jaysus, I don't know. Oh, God.
Why can't I have this much?
Please?
Please?
1 comment:
I was thinking about this the other night and it seems like perfect fodder for 'all right'... the dilemma.
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