It's a beautiful fucking morning with birds and freshly cut green grass in our backyard.
I'd be out there eating breakfast and enjoying it, except when I step outside I'm assaulted by the noxious mucous-membrane-piercing chemical burn smell of a neighbor's nasty fucking drying laundry being blown out of her house and broadcast throughout the neighborhood.
The smell of fake poison spring has sprung.
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