this morning i saw a lovely old house getting ripped to pieces by a big ugly piece of machinery, and all probably for some rich little snob who doesn't care for history, or all things nice. that's probably what started my bad day. i felt so sorry for it, not that houses have feelings, but for all the memories of the people who once lived there, and i just don't understand why.
i'm over the city.
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