The streets have changed. No longer are there children walking across the limbs of a curb or houses with doors open without fences. People have started to come in and crowd- street urchins and hoodlums taking over the sidewalks like a cancer, sleeping on the street and bleeding out snot like lines of the innards of a snail. It seems better this way- happiness results in boredom.

by sprinklessparklesandkankles