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its mind blowing how people you don't see for such a short time can can become so much different than you. maybe i'm the abnormal one but i find very little REAL happiness in material objects. i couldn't care less if i had a souped up car or million dollar jeans. nothing i really want has any dollar value. well, except for a new digital slr. geez, those are expensive
"There is a middle-aged woman dragging her feet. She carries baskets of clothes to a laundromat. While the Mexican children kick rocks into the street and they laugh in a language I don’t understand. But I love them. Why do I love them? So the neighborhood is dimming as I smoke on the porch and watch the people as they pass enclosed inside their cars. And on their faces just anger or disappointment. I start wishing there was something I could offer them. A consolation, what could I offer them?..."
-Bright Eyes
"There is a middle-aged woman dragging her feet. She carries baskets of clothes to a laundromat. While the Mexican children kick rocks into the street and they laugh in a language I don’t understand. But I love them. Why do I love them? So the neighborhood is dimming as I smoke on the porch and watch the people as they pass enclosed inside their cars. And on their faces just anger or disappointment. I start wishing there was something I could offer them. A consolation, what could I offer them?..."
-Bright Eyes