i am walking through my neighbourhood and i hear

parents talking to their kids:

across the yard

"QUICKLY(SCREAM)SOMETHING BAD HAS HAPPENED"

from the front steps into the house

"FUCK! FUCKFUCK! GET YOUR LAZY FUCKING ASS OUT HERE BEFORE I COME UP THERE...AND YOU TWO GET THE FUCK OFF OF OUR LAWN"

talking to his five year old girl with a toothbrush in her mouth in the front yard

"I SAW ON THE TV THIS LITTLE BOY RUNNIN ROUND WITH A FUCKIN TOOTHBRUSH IN HIS MOUTH AND THWOOP RIGHT THROUGH THE FUCKIN TOP OF HIS MOUTH BLOOD ALL OVER"

our chances get less and less, but

sometimes the sky looks as good as it does when you're on mushrooms when you're not even on mushrooms

clouds exploding up in oranges and reds bleeding down through their bottoms

and suddenly no one else is outside for miles

and i love the sound of my heels hitting ground

the smell of cold fresh air before a rain

Moi, j'avais jamais rien dit. Rien

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