Suburbia is often a lonely, transient place, where people know the neighbours' cars better than they know the neighbours themselves.
Carl Honore, from 'In Praise of Slow'
The waves of people at food court Haunt my activist drive. As I see them daydreaming of lottery tickets And discussing the T.V. guide.
The wood spirits are in line tonight. There's some gateway ahead to pass on through, She moves so easily and beckons me through, This spritely wood spirit has bekoned me through.
Silence will kill you When you feel you're in a fight, As silence can kill A party of the night.
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