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~ Tales of a vagrant ant ~
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11.20.2004
The Face of Night in Suburbia
The nightime darkness that comes with the wisps of a fog that permeates and settles into the recesses of your pores A chilling silence that refreshes, and dampens the noises of the night, the dingle-dangle of dogs on late night adventures and the muted rhythm of shoes slapping on the asphalt as they dance around the leaves, the fallen soldiers of the seasons staring up at hardwood skeletons, their mothers, silhouetted arms arching against the void of the sky. Sloooosh. The rude awakening of the puddles as the endless circles of burning rubber run them over, slooshing down the empty street lined by the haze of orange streetlamps black tires spinning past the houses, warm light pouring from windows and yet for all the warmth, who knows what evils may lurk there the lulling drone of TVs swallowed by the fog But onward I plod, until I finally stop, open the door and step in, back to the land of the living who are dead asleep, living in dreams. | feeling: mellow | | listening: matthew good band - while we were hunting rabbits |
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