tourist_in_my_own_town nom visitor to my living life this daze ya view i jig the real what's to write is left repeat and start from scratch the intro roll the credits 031031 ... chiidi i am the city the highways don't connect here anymore, only the side-roads from the centre of the city (where all roads meet) there are little fires, candles that never melt away or burn smaller and somewhere in a run-down district just left of center is the decrepit_heart foundering amongst the weeds and broken glass 031101 ... raze i will never know where everything is or even where most things are or what they are or who goes there or why there will always be new places to go within the place i'm tethered to 140622 ... flowerock It's fun to be a tourist sometimes. When I'm not a tourist though, I have a very low tolerance for "the tourists". They are in suh great numbers here and it is as if people go on vacation and leave all their respect for other humans, spacial_responsibility, and consideration at home. smoke in my face while drippin fast food and cigarette smoke on me and over their children, ask me for directions to stupid things that there are signs for everywhere in 3 different languages. I feel that I am somewhere between a tourist and a local. I live here and I work here and I am getting know my way around but I still need directions sometimes and I am still gathering what proper city manners are how to walk fast not stop in the side walk look all four ways on and in the road get on the bus and bike. be tolerant and considerate in a hurry. but I work in a tourist centered buisiness. 140622 what's it to you? who go blather from