up the stairs,
looking down at a tattered courtyard,
littered with the effects of beings human.

breathing into clouds of stale cigarette smoke...
the blaring of televisions,
cheap medication, oasis from desperation.
sonically, surgically blasting pop-music-anti-reality dialogue...
haggard parents consoling colic children up past their bedtime.

passing
door then window,
door then window,
door then window,
door then window,
vignettes of disparity elapsing and beginning anew.

this is life.
the only life we've ever known.
consider yourself lucky if you aren't welcome to it.



uniquely american and typically out of touch.

NB @ 2:34 PM

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