sitting on a sunny bus, bumpy ride, driving through lemmon trees that steal our noses. the sky is trying to tell me something because it keeps changing into different shades of blue and grey.

the clouds are feeling artistic today and the grass and flowers, poetic. they're talking to me-whispering. everything is so picturesque and beautiful. i'm so in love.

we just turned the corner and we almost tipped over from the curvy, broken man-made river. sharp edges fucking-kill! and so does cigarette smoke. everything's got a label now that says "CANCER" and im begining to feel a little oozy-doozy in the stomach all of a sudden. a thousand cars jam-packed and cuddled. a constant horn, that rings and rings and never seems to fucking stop ringing.

the air's lost its clean, citrus lemon smell and it can't stop crying an ear-spliting silence that's making us rust faster than we should be.

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