I can't stand them.
the stupid distance between,
Even people are distant.
The glassy eyed script induced moms,
the vast sprawl.
A blanket of misery.
But I needed cowbells.
Now Bella's not quite a cow,
but she did get her own bell.
Next Sunday is Easter,
the kids will look for little plastic eggs filled with sugar,
then they'll stand in what will probably be mud,
ringing cowbells for the next ummm....
I still hated my excursion out to the suberbia life,
but I love the cowbells.
Falling backwards up the stairs. - Via Kerry Skarbakka. Here at All Hail The Black Market, we start at the bottom and strive for the top, in exactly that order. But getting past the bottom s...
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