You really shouldn’t, but I think you might; let go of your willpower and give up the fight. Take a piece and pass it around, sweet shackles of icing keep Suburbia bound. Confectionary delights whipped into feverish peaks, but after the party counting calories for weeks.
Monday, May 30, 2011
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Forever Young (more Suburban Tales)
Be like me. Wake up and see.
A plastic model manufactured being all that you can be.
Suburban dreams can be gleaned through golden strands of perfection woven like silk through the spirits of their daughter’s plastic reflection. Little girl pieces made from molds and plasticized parts but the dreams are surface deep without the beat of her fabricated heart. The rules of life are learned behind the aesthetics of fantasy replacing the disappointment of reality with the preferably fake. The Suburban girl should never grow up; never chip, disappoint, question, or break.
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Monday, May 9, 2011
Friday, May 6, 2011
Ultraviolet Communion - Suburbia
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