all of the walls that they built in the seventies, they finally fall.
March 24, 2011
the dreams we had as a kid are so quickly forced through the meat grinder of life, as they began to fade, and even back then we were already bored. this may be the logical conclusion of realized expectation. and today while only a remnant of those feelings exist, we find ourselves moving past them again. as we drive directly on the inability to commit to any concept of family before reaching the age of forty, a paternal instinct that seems to have been quashed by an unending quest for the continuance of the laid-back responsibility-free ethos of this generation. we only realize it when we look introspectively, and it baffles us. because we know before long those feelings and dreams will be gone.
so now, i’ve come to realize how incredibly hot pavement can become in the broad mid-day sun and suggest to move on to the cool, cool grass.
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inspired and brutally ripped off from the song the suburbs by arcade fire.
BLAH. or for today… NAMASTE.
