Thursday, March 25, 2010

Sometimes there is no alternative suburbia. Sometimes it's just suburbia. It doesn't matter how many 'alternative' names I give it;  I still walk onto the back verandah and look into the living rooms of three other houses.
Every bus that pulls up out the front, every screeching school kid zooming by on a scooter, every power-walking pram-pushing mother that struts past is just one more turn of the vice clamping around my brain.   


karisma said...

I hear ya baby! Soooo.......when shall we run away??? Huh????

Cords said...

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh dear! If you need to get away you can come camp for a few days!

off the leash said...

I know how you feel Kel its the same where i live gotta love it :)

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