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that i am driving through
is not your_town.
it looks like it, though, with its perfect garbage
and upside down houses.
and with everybody wondering which turn to take
to get to that little sparkly pond
over there,
just right over there.
if it's over there,
it must be somewhere -
hell, it could be anywhere, they guess
but they never get on
because they only walk in circles
the same circles
everyday
so things just go on
and on
in the same cyclical mess
with the same people
all the time.
so this space
this wildly fucked up place
doesn't ever fill
with anybody new.
.
.
.
"this town is crazy; nobody_cares" -beck
.
.
.
and it's piled to the sky with newspapers that the people won't ever read because
they're either busy
exhausted
or in denial.
it so seems
that this town
once belonged to you.
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